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		<description>The original writings of author Alexandra</description>
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			<title>The Intellectuals</title>
			<description>They sit together around a coffee table in old leather armchairs,Drinking espresso and debating philosophy.One of them draws the other&amp;rsquo;s portrait, while the other writes a sonnet.&amp;nbsp;Such inspirations</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441137/</link>
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			<title>Let me fly!</title>
			<description>I want to escape, To flap my wings and fly far, far away!&amp;nbsp;I must, for my own sanity, leave this place and find a place I can call home.&amp;nbsp;This place is dull and drab. It Depresses me.&amp;nbsp;Like the chains around a slave&amp;rsquo;s feet, I need to break free of th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441134/</link>
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			<title>Spit it out</title>
			<description>I feel this bitter unhappiness in thePit of my StomachThat leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I try to spit it out,Rid myself of it,But it still remains.It&amp;rsquo;s almost as though I am a shell, And someone has scoopedMy innards out, leaving me withNothing. No fee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441131/</link>
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			<title>Penetrating sounds</title>
			<description>I can hear you pleasuring her in the next room.Your moans penetrate my ears.It makes my stomach turn and twist.You&amp;rsquo;ll come out in a minute, leaving her panting on the bed, and give me a dirty, sickening smile. It always happens in the same way.The way you do it, it&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441130/</link>
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			<title>Blank faces</title>
			<description>I walk these empty streets,Passing people with blank faces and no names.I&amp;rsquo;m a stranger to them, just as they are insignificant to me. I used to be a part of this, but nowI&amp;rsquo;m just an outsider. How can I have wasted so much precious time? They say silence is gol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441129/</link>
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			<title>Candlelight</title>
			<description>I stand and walk over to the bookcase, picking up a bundle of love lettersTied up with string.I sit back into the couch, your arm around my shoulders as we bothRead the words you wrote for me all those years ago.I can&amp;rsquo;t help but smile and look at your flawless face.Te..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441123/</link>
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			<title>The Rose</title>
			<description>It stands, The rose,Its petals wilting,Forming a pile beneath its Frail carcass.It is nothing more than a stem now.How ugly!&amp;nbsp;The only thing it had was beauty,And now, it has nothing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441108/</link>
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			<title>Solitude</title>
			<description>Loneliness covers me,Smothers me,Swallows me,Sucks every last breath out of me.It covers me like a blanket, Yet I get no comfort from it.How can I when it is the one thing that isolates me?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441106/</link>
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			<title>Winter Chills</title>
			<description>The cold air surrounds me,It bites and it chills me, Calms and yet thrills meLike nothing I can describe.&amp;nbsp;My mind has been conquered by an illness.I think its name is love.And though I battle through the cold, I am kept warm by love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441099/</link>
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			<title>Summer Love</title>
			<description>The two of us, my lover and I, felt inclined to leave the house for a stroll. We walked through Cambridge, into King&amp;rsquo;s college gardens. We reached a cool shady spot underneath a tree. He stopped and lay down on the grass, inviting me with his eyes to lay with him. I followed and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441078/</link>
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			<title>A mystery no more</title>
			<description>So sad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441077/</link>
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			<title>The Consequences of Arrogance</title>
			<description>I didn&amp;rsquo;t know how arrogant you were when I first met you. If I did, I would have turned around and walked away. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know though, so I didn&amp;rsquo;t walk away. You enticed me with your charming smile and sparkly eyes. It was only after you moved in with me that I realise..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441076/</link>
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			<title>Simplicity</title>
			<description>Beautiful</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441074/</link>
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			<title>Embraces</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441066/</link>
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			<title>Love's sweet sound</title>
			<description>A love story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441064/</link>
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			<title>Amour</title>
			<description>Something I wrote years ago during an English lesson. It's not very polished at all, I know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441062/</link>
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			<title>Cocaine</title>
			<description>All of the emotions I felt that just had to come out at some point</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/441061/</link>
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			<title>The love song</title>
			<description>Romantic prose</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/437023/</link>
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			<title>Literature's Idleness</title>
			<description>Satirical prose</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/437022/</link>
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			<title>I want it back</title>
			<description>Just read it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/437021/</link>
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			<title>Pools</title>
			<description>Just a short piece of prose</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/437020/</link>
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			<title>The Vampire Alessandro</title>
			<description>The book I've been working on for about a year. It's not finished yet, I'm just giving everyone a chance to read it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexandraDubois/437019/</link>
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