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		<description>The original writings of author She With Eyes Like Unshed Tears</description>
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			<title>Star-Crossed</title>
			<description>Inspired by a character of mine, who constantly seemed cursed to be ill-fated and cold in demeanor, those in her village say the stars were crossed the night she was born, she doesn't think so.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1255661/</link>
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			<title>Hiding in the Shadows</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was hiding inthe shadows, in the dark coldness, and the only light nearby was from a lonelystreet lamp&amp;hellip; I was hiding inthe shadows when he came and stood beneath it - the man I was sent to kill fiveyears ago, a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1211145/</link>
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			<title>Hot, Liquid, Diamond Bright</title>
			<description>Hot, liquid,diamond bright, forged from deepest sadnessExpression of alanguished pain, void of any gladnessQuivering spark,a rushing, raging fire in her soulLeaking,spilling, from her pierced and wounded heart&amp;nbsp;Hot, liquid, diamondbright, slipping, sliding on her sk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1211085/</link>
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			<title>Tear Bright</title>
			<description>Bright as beams of midday sunBright as spark of loveDiamond tear hovers in the eye</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1211040/</link>
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			<title>Once, We - Now, I</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once, we stood together. Perfectly together, like a hand within aglove. Our hearts entwined like a vine about a sturdy tree, refusing to let golike a Chinese finger puzzle. Once, our eyes sparkled with the morning dew andsweet water-glimme..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1201651/</link>
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			<title>Despair</title>
			<description>The quivering spark that filled an eyeThe single, desperate, haunting cryReleased a dam of sorrow direAnd kindled ancient, inner fire&amp;nbsp;As heated well from sadness sprungThe lucid death bell spritely sungWith each resound, my world concludedThis garish life so co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1197459/</link>
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			<title>Dying Love</title>
			<description>My attempt at a sonnet. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1169473/</link>
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			<title>A Tear in Her Eye</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They were eyes - sorrowful, guilt-stricken, pools of spent tears - they were terrible to look at. At least she thought they were eyes - staring at herfrom this window for nightmares, this mocking portrait of vivid image beforeher, their depths filled with desperation..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1169281/</link>
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			<title>Prologue - Entry 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The pain abounds within me - I can feel it throbbing through my body, my heart my soul. This crimson sap that flows within my veins is naught but tears shed by my heart to fill the emptiness inside. This began when I was very young, but I never recognized it until now, ackno..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1168709/</link>
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			<title>My Broken Spirit has Been Strewn Amongst the Stars</title>
			<description>A collection of poem-like, three paragraph stories with a common theme to link them together, all the while portraying the story of a broken spirit called L&amp;euml;la.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1168690/</link>
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			<title>Alone...</title>
			<description>Alone... is when you speak, and no one understands youAlone... is when you are surrounded, and yet no one is nearAlone... is when you love, and that time you come to rueAlone... is when you cry at night, and your face is wet with tearsAlone... is why you hide your smilesAlone... is why you build hig..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1166682/</link>
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			<title>Shifting Colors</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This place of shifting colors I do not understand. My mind lingers in a forgotten world, living in a simple land of black and white, and my eyes comprehend more of printer's ink and pater than of it. My tongue stumbles to avoid expressions that, to me, are innocent as a flow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1165624/</link>
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			<title>Lonely Wolf</title>
			<description>A sad haiku with really no purpose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1165599/</link>
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			<title>Invisible</title>
			<description>For those who walk this earth invisible.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1165596/</link>
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			<title>I can Hear the Music on the Wind</title>
			<description>For those special people who can hear the music on the wind because they are alone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1139000/</link>
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			<title>Forgiven</title>
			<description>A poem-like story for those who are forgiven and know how to forgive.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1138237/</link>
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			<title>My Heart I Gave the Ocean</title>
			<description>A poem for those who have trusted and been betrayed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1137902/</link>
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			<title>As I Run, or, I am Alone</title>
			<description>A short, poem-like story to be the voice for those souls who feel so alone and different.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1137696/</link>
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			<title>Lonely Heart</title>
			<description>For all those with a lonely heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrieRoberts/1137682/</link>
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