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		<description>The original writings of author Jer</description>
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			<title>Building's Roman</title>
			<description>Free Verse Poetics</description>
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			<title>Feel That?</title>
			<description>emotion is making a comeback and every line i spew is covering the lines i had previously drawn.oh what an inspiration! what an adoring ode to my mind's melody. As neurons fire connecting lost memories, the scent returns, the touch. the loss.how beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to know that you wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jer7/371973/</link>
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			<title>My Dream</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My DreamYou know I'm dreaming. of a bright open field. with grass so high you can hide in it. and silky as sheets. and us running, but never getting tired and never getting old and never getting anywhere. until everything about you that s so incredibly beautiful, enough that makes me cry r..</description>
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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>Dreams</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jer7/371969/</link>
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			<title>ever ever ever.</title>
			<description>Simply put.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; what happens when anything that alters a dream state connects you to your inner self.an explosion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a rue of colors and an onslought ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jer7/371967/</link>
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			<title>Unfinished</title>
			<description>A collection awaiting completion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jer7/371966/</link>
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			<title>Somewhere in the Middle</title>
			<description>It starts with a young lad and a four-track recording device. Sitting in his basement screaming out at a life he's only yet embarked on. It progresses to a young man standing atop a stage overlooking fifteen people who are still seated. Only three of which came for him. Yet these are not me. These..</description>
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			<title>If you ever loved me</title>
			<description>If only this page were in a darker hue, maybe my eyes wouldnt strain so unbearing upon the pixels as they reflect off the streams on my cheeks.Again and again, one by one. such a good little ant in my own accursed trail. I follow my own scent and get confused. I've broken my foot for two years a..</description>
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			<title>Cause for Creation</title>
			<description>There is a new scent that hangs aloft in the air today.&amp;nbsp;The pine of joy rests on repentence's shoulders.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a site to behold!There's new meaning to the same routine and the flexuation of nieve d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jer7/371961/</link>
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			<title>For Crying. (out loud)</title>
			<description>Sentenced to indifference. 20-life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; post my bond friend. post my bail.get me out of the pulse th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jer7/371947/</link>
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