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			<title>Empty seat </title>
			<description>You silly little thing just sitting on my bed,I wish you could read the thoughts sitting in my headI'm happy to just sit beside you and feel your shoulder nearI'm happy to have to sit across me and seeing you clearSitting in the same room while you just standFront row seat and I still ..</description>
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			<title>Shame</title>
			<description>I knew I Couldn'tjust tell you, it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t had been the sameWhen I saw you face to face your attendance feels me with shameHope there are no misconceptions about my erratic tendencies&amp;nbsp;The majority of people call it a quirk or think I have issues with..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaSofia/1146565/</link>
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			<title>Last Time</title>
			<description>What does she have to do toprove that he's wrong,She&amp;rsquo;s searched the world forthe words but for now she&amp;rsquo;ll play along.His upper lip trembles andhe fidgets with his hands,Stories forever change, tiescome undone,this wasn't in his plans...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaSofia/1145394/</link>
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			<title>Scared of the Dark</title>
			<description>Tip toeing, hands brush over the coffeetable,Zig zagging more then you would to keep stable,Eyes as wide as they could possibly go,Like you have X ray vision or can make things glow,Becoming breathless, because this noise is to loud,Your body con..</description>
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			<title>In Reality </title>
			<description>Things happen for a reason, they don&amp;rsquo;tbadthings happens in threes, they won't,You keep telling yourself you&amp;rsquo;ll find theone,&amp;nbsp;just prolongs the suffering, more chance you'll visit the sun.Every chance encounter is a lesson to be learned,&amp;nbsp;people..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaSofia/1144816/</link>
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			<title>Like Magic</title>
			<description>Your eyes are like magic, I feel the weightof them on my face,Your thoughts are like air, I feel them,gently swaying me out of place,Your voice is like music, which sets thebeautiful tone of my strideYour touch is like a surge of power, makesme tin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaSofia/1137325/</link>
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			<title>Procrastination</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t feel like it today, I will tryagain tomorrow when my mind is more at easeI don&amp;rsquo;t feel like it the next day, I willmake plans for the following day, then ceaseI don&amp;rsquo;t feel like it the day after thenext day, I just don&amp;rsquo;t c..</description>
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