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			<title>Deathly Free</title>
			<description>I heard a faint whisper,&amp;ldquo;Voices&amp;rdquo;Then a pause as the creature who was sitting on a throne surroundedby mud and ruins, It... No she, she had hunched tired shoulders and no hope. Thegirl looked young, aged by fear, friend with dust. However you could tell shewas once beaut..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1293151/</link>
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			<title>Screams</title>
			<description>Whispers&amp;nbsp;echo throughout the night, Almost voices although not quite, Secrets and lies&amp;nbsp;tempting you near, Screams and cries fill you with fear.&amp;nbsp;Whimpers are heard&amp;nbsp;within&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;trees, Stories and pain passed through the leaves, Violence and horror trapped in the ground,Lov..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1261031/</link>
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			<title>To be or not to be</title>
			<description>just a continued version of ' the girl who sat on the beach'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1173066/</link>
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			<title>The Imposter at Deaths Door</title>
			<description>My nan she started forgettingThis disease it had no cureNow so many years laterMy nan is at Deaths Door&amp;nbsp;She wasn't my nan, not reallyMy nan she&amp;nbsp;never sworeThis lady is an imposterThe one that's at Deaths Door&amp;nbsp;She's got my nans face, this ladyThe one I used to adorebut she's changed he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1165454/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>I thought of a moment,Without any time,If you put it in a box,Locked,And threw it away,Where would all time go? &amp;nbsp;Would it follow a path?Without any purpose,Or would it try to escape,The box,Would it get out?Or stay there forever,&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1158738/</link>
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			<title>Voices</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Carefully&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;pulledher knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms so tightly around her legs that herarms started to ache. She didn't care; there was so much she didn't care aboutanymore. She found herself slowly rocking her body from side to side, no oneelse was there to c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1157795/</link>
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			<title>Childhood</title>
			<description>Why would you want to grow up?it's quite&amp;nbsp;confusing to me,children just want to be adults,to feel what it's like to be free.&amp;nbsp;Childhood is the time of your life,you have no expectations,you almost can do anything,&amp;nbsp;with only simple limitations.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To go back would be amazing,how&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1155212/</link>
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			<title>Can you make poems rhyme?</title>
			<description>this poem is definitely...different</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1150501/</link>
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			<title>Ours.</title>
			<description>The memory I will cherish,The one that pulled me through,The one that will forever,Keep me thinking about you.&amp;nbsp;No tears came from my eyes,No sadness from my heart,With this memory so strong,We will never be kept apart.&amp;nbsp;We were standing, just talking,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1146748/</link>
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			<title>Frost</title>
			<description>The harsh frost covered the ground like a blanket of protection;quickly it spread like burning wildfire taking everything in its sights prisonerto its cold icy jail. As I stared out the window sorrowfully, my hand daringlyreached out and cautiously touched the frozen window. The ice burned..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1140546/</link>
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			<title>Dreaming the impossible</title>
			<description>I dreamed the impossible,&amp;nbsp;I dreamed you werecured, I dreamed you were fine again,To feel safe and reassured. &amp;nbsp;But I could never be so lucky,No, not ever me,I could never be so lucky,I will never be that free.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to believe it,I w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1140511/</link>
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			<title>The girl who sat on the beach</title>
			<description>The salty ocean air flew into my nostrils, the new fresh airthat had just been viciously recycled by the cold British sea. As I stood onthe old brick wall looking out to the shapeless sky, the only thing I couldthink about was the single piece of lonely hair trailing down the curved back o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1139317/</link>
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			<title>Droplets</title>
			<description>i was in a mood to write</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1138279/</link>
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			<title>Scars are memories</title>
			<description>Tears crawling down her cheek,anger rises,it beings to peak,without thinking, without warning,it's their love that she is mourning. &amp;nbsp;Her sadness unleashed, much too wild,she cries and screams just like a child,uncontrolling, undevoting,it's his love that she is loathing.&amp;nbsp;What to fix, where..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1137642/</link>
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			<title>The man who stares at the stars</title>
			<description>hey first piece of writing i have uploadeddd
opinions please</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ellietwiggs/1137141/</link>
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