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			<title>Nobody</title>
			<description>We can be very casual about how we describe people but what if the person who we so dismissively, entitled &quot;Nobody&quot; over heard us?  How would they feel?  This is my interpretation...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/520433/</link>
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			<title>Electric Enthusiasm</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You know the nighttime Is the right timeTo beWith the one you love now&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;And I&amp;rsquo;m so glad that night falls at quarter to 5Cause I know in 15 he&amp;rsquo;ll arrive And the first thing on his mind will be me.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;rsquo;s such a teaseThe way he gen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/509909/</link>
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			<description>Unsurprisingly, he was desensitized and characterized their copulation as, &amp;ldquo;just sex.&amp;rdquo; Stood there dumbfounded when she showed him the pink tipped stick and said a baby was,&amp;ldquo;just next.&amp;rdquo;He couldn&amp;rsquo;t understand her callousness.Couldn&amp;rsquo;t wrap his mind around it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/421926/</link>
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			<title>Butterfly</title>
			<description>She asked her daughter,&amp;ldquo;Baby Girl? What do you want to be when you grow up?&amp;rdquo;Baby Girl answered with a dream like smile and stars in her eyes,&amp;ldquo;I wanna be a butterfly!&amp;rdquo;She was slightly amused but more so perplexed so she took a deep breath and said,&amp;ldquo;A butterfl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/410816/</link>
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			<title>Discernment</title>
			<description>I see with my mind and listen with my heart so I knew why he ran from me.I understood his hesitation before he ever disclosed it to me.I knew why he tried to avoid me, why he would paint his fear with time constraints.Of the same makeup as I, he knew he&amp;rsquo;d met his match but feared that ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/410810/</link>
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			<title>freedom of insanity</title>
			<description>sometimes being liberated from a situation frees you to be a prisoner of your mind...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/391737/</link>
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			<title>Whispered Confessions</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I want to share intimacyWith a man thatCould potentially be for meYet he adamantlyDenies meThe pleasure of his company&amp;nbsp;Because She&amp;hellip;She hurt youSo now,You&amp;rsquo;re blinded to the virtueOf what could potentially beThe best thing that ever happened toWe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/391117/</link>
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			<title>Prayer</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Father God, I come before You humblyThankfullyAsking You why You&amp;rsquo;ve chosen meWhy You&amp;rsquo;re choosing meAs the mirror for the masses to see Your FaceOver my life I see Your GraceAnd as I retrace my stepsI recognize that I&amp;rsquo;ve been keptWhen so many times You ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/386402/</link>
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			<title>Afterthoughts of a Conversation with Me and Maybe Might've Been</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Afterthoughts of a Conversation with Me and Maybe Might&amp;rsquo;ve Been&amp;nbsp;In conversing with meit was hewho askedWhat I feel for himBut why?when he only wants to be myMaybe, might&amp;rsquo;ve been&amp;hellip;Miles apart with gap bridged by word selectionat the i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/385278/</link>
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			<title>Mentality for Sale</title>
			<description>Righteous speakersand preacherstelling me not to drink and smokewhile they sniffin cokeaskin me if they can buy a boglikeyou really askin me for a looseand a sip of my Goose?&amp;nbsp;I went to church to bear my sinbut I was bearing skinseducing you from the pulpitdistracting you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/383969/</link>
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			<title>New Year's Day</title>
			<description>I'm sitting in my living roomand I'm filled with a gloomor what they sometimes call doomI'm thinking of you--my boowonderin' what I should doPonderin' where you areWhy you're not with meWhy you&amp;nbsp;haven't calledWhat the problem could beI'm 'bout&amp;nbsp; to be out in a minute's ti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/382195/</link>
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			<title>For the N***a With the Sweet Tooth</title>
			<description>even in a relationship, you should never &quot;take&quot; without asking; you never know if this time you're taking a piece of your partner's soul...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/382102/</link>
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			<title>Compromise</title>
			<description>I don't know what to call it...Should I call it rapeOr something else?What else is there?I said no,I wasn't provocatively dressed...One kissand the next thing I know,I'm pleading for him to stopsomething I&amp;nbsp;never asked him to start.So, why don't I hate him now?Why do I want..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/381965/</link>
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			<title>Centered in Self</title>
			<description>if i seek to be the best methat i can bea reflection of lightshining thru darknessif&amp;nbsp; i choose to becentered in mepersonifying the Hethat lives in mei would seek to gleanknowledgei would choose to be unconcernedwith the opinionsof the commoni would opt to bea living ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/380258/</link>
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			<title>Life is Like That</title>
			<description>I silence my criesBy closing my eyesAnd listening to the rainWhich eases my painWhich cuts so deepI can't even sleep&amp;nbsp;But life is like that Sometimes.&amp;nbsp;I've been played once againWhen's this nonsense gonna endSo I can finally smileAnd be happy for a whileI can't bre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/379120/</link>
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			<title>Sleepless Nights</title>
			<description>I layed in the dark as the telephone rangI was staring at the wall as Mary sangI was depressed and awake and all by myselfin a manner of speaking&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so I went to my shelfI took down a notebook and penned a quick letterOne I probably wouldn't have written if I was feeli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/378859/</link>
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			<title>It's Done</title>
			<description>What's done is doneAnd what's gone is pastIt's a shame that true loveNever lasts&amp;nbsp;The storm is overMy face is dryAnd throughout and through allThe question's still why&amp;nbsp;Why me and why nowWhy'd it all fall apartWhy start the additionIf the sum is broken hearts?&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/378505/</link>
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			<title>Another lifetime</title>
			<description>once minein another timemy lovemy doveu were removed from mebut we're destined to beour souls are attachedbut there's a catchthis time, u moved too fastu didn't wait for meu took from mewhat inevitablywas supposed to beso for now, I love you remotelyas you do meinsatiab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/378470/</link>
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			<title>Day to Day</title>
			<description>It's like one dayYou've got a friendAnd the next dayThat's the end&amp;nbsp;Like one dayYou're just a f**kAnd the next dayYou're out of luck&amp;nbsp;Like one dayYou give it a tryAnd the next dayYou lay down and cry&amp;nbsp;Like one dayYou're sad and aloneAnd the nextNo one ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/378017/</link>
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			<title>A Mention to A Man Who Doesn't...</title>
			<description>Wherever you areWhether far or nearYou know I'm waitingI'm sittting right here.&amp;nbsp;I'm waiting on youI'm waiting on LoveI'm looking aroundI'm looking above&amp;nbsp;When will you call me?When will you realizeI know your soulI can see it in your eyes.&amp;nbsp;I'm not a housew..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/377975/</link>
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			<title>Ode to a Smoke Run</title>
			<description>Tear stainsFrom the painYou causedAll becauseYou tried to deceive meBelieve meIt almost workedI meanI still got jerkedButNot for longCause I heard a songThat gave me inspirationTo withstand the degradationfrom the terminationOf this thing we calleda relation...ship..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/377952/</link>
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			<title>The world is inherently unbalanced</title>
			<description>dedicated to those who don't realize that they have not been affected by economic harship; rather they have been chosen to receive favor from the Most High if they could only recognize Him as such...
A special thank you to my muse for invoking these thou</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/377468/</link>
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			<title>REALationship</title>
			<description>According to The American Heritage College dictionary, third edition:relationship is1. The condition or fact of being related; connection or association.2.&amp;nbsp; Connection by blood or marriage; kinship.3.&amp;nbsp; A particular type of connection between people related to or having dealings wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/377463/</link>
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			<title>Concern</title>
			<description>Concern was inspired by a longtime friend who is going thru it because she has come across one too many who aren't who they say they are and refuse to live up to the title with which they have entitled themselves...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/375999/</link>
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			<title>Judgement</title>
			<description>To everyone that feels that someone is judging them, perhaps you should look at it from a different perspective...maybe they see more in you than you see in yourself...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/375778/</link>
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			<title>Can We Talk?</title>
			<description>This is an outreach poem from the Black woman speaking to her Black man.  The family unit is not what it used to be and there is a need for a call to arms, but sometimes the best way to reach someone is to speak directly to their love through yours...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/375762/</link>
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			<title>Can I Be?</title>
			<description>It's self-explanatory...a love letter if you will...one of personal favorites especially when I perform it.  The message is driven home more intensely when you hear it...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/375751/</link>
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			<title>clarity</title>
			<description> a revelation for a girl who didn't realize her role as a jumpoff</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passion/373926/</link>
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