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			<title>August</title>
			<description>He smells goodIn this, Au-natural kind of way.He tells me he doesn't use deodorant, and I don't know if I believe him, but I can already tell that he is not a liar.I like the way his head bobs between the gray of the waves. I'm watching him from the beach, dry and warm, and I'm thinking about his li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1862466/</link>
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			<title>Juice</title>
			<description>You were like bitinginto fruitfor the first timejuice dribbling off of my chinthe scent of sweet filling my nostrilsfragrantly blinding mebut I didn't mindI'd bite again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1828789/</link>
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			<title>The World, First</title>
			<description>What do I want?How can I achieveWhat I want?How can I possiblyBe askedTo choose?&amp;nbsp;Some days I think I wantYouSome days I think &amp;ldquo;us&amp;rdquo;Could be enough&amp;nbsp;Sometimes the thought of Walls And a roof..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1249338/</link>
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			<title>To Touch You</title>
			<description>It was the morning of august sixteenthWhen I watched you sleep next To me and I listened toYou breathe and I Carefully Watched your chest rise and fallWith Ease as youInhaled andExhaled&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;You were lost in aDre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1236548/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>for someone who is special</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1167957/</link>
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			<title>Numbers</title>
			<description>a quick poem I used to ease some frustration that built up while I was doing my math homework</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1143831/</link>
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			<title>A Freshman in Denial</title>
			<description>A silly poem I wrote about hating my schedule as a college freshman</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1139946/</link>
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			<title>My Statement</title>
			<description>simple, to the point, without all of that unnecessary weight, this is my statement.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1137798/</link>
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			<title>When Love First Came</title>
			<description>just a simple account of my first love &amp; first heartbreak</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1136871/</link>
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			<title>A Simple Notion</title>
			<description>I wrote this because I really do want to know, whatever happened?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1134554/</link>
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			<title>The Perfect Sandwhich</title>
			<description>this was a casual assignment for school that I decided to have a little fun with</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1133940/</link>
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			<title>The Poem You Asked About</title>
			<description>A poem I once wrote for some boy who ended up being not so important</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1133118/</link>
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			<title>If I were to Tell You</title>
			<description>If I ever mustered up the courage to actually tell him I loved him, this is exactly what it would sound like. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1133100/</link>
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			<title>The I Don't Love You, I Love Him Poem.</title>
			<description>This is about a boy I casually dated my senior year of high school, while secretly lusting after someone else.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kookoobananas/1133094/</link>
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