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			<title>You and I.</title>
			<description>We giggle and smile,We run and we stay,Until the sun sets,At the end of the day.We lay on the pavement,And watch the stars,Our hands are intwined,Our hearts beat the same, hour, by hour.Our smiles, don't fade,Our happiness remains,Until we depart, at thee end of the day.Then we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/463037/</link>
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			<title>Love for you.</title>
			<description>Lost in your eyes.Your stair penetrating.My heart thuds.My brain goes to mush.The words I wanted to say, don't come.I sit silent.Suprised to see you next to me.I can't believe you feel for me.You were the only one I could ever see.The one person I knew I wanted to be with.You hav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/463035/</link>
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			<title>My Own Nightmare</title>
			<description>I was lost,A void consuming my soul.Silence, as I sat.Still and shivering, left alone once again.&amp;nbsp;Battered, and bruised.Heart shattered, and soul torn.Worn down to the bone,Missing the days when light shone clear.&amp;nbsp;My thoughts an endless array,My hair a mess.The da..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/462782/</link>
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			<title>Her last Goodbye.</title>
			<description>What if your last breath was tomorow?Would you know what to say?This may be my last chance.My last chance to say goodbye to her.She may never smile, never laugh again..And then what?Do I just stop fighting life?She can't leave us..Not the way she is.She must wake up, and tell us ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/462781/</link>
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			<description>This is a poem of depression. I warn you is all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/460695/</link>
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			<title>Her Romeo.</title>
			<description>This is a poem of love, that just couldn't be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/460694/</link>
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			<title>Him and her.</title>
			<description>I have noo idea, honestly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/460692/</link>
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			<title>I Am</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote for school, and it almost made my teacher cry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/460387/</link>
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			<title>The Guarded Angel</title>
			<description>This is just the beginning, but I want opinions on it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aryca-TheWounded/459652/</link>
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