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			<title>I see </title>
			<description>'I See' is a poem about everything I see when I look around me, and everything my future will be.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1174034/</link>
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			<title>What is Love?</title>
			<description>Love is the feeling you get when you see that special someone.It bubbles up from deep in your chest,and makes you do crazy things. Things that you would never do on your own.Love is the smile that is on your face right now as you think of that certain person.It can warm you up on the coldest nights...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1174031/</link>
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			<title>Brown Eyes</title>
			<description>Brown hair, brown eyesEyes brighter than the skyHe makes me laugh; he makes me cry.I don't know why.He makes me laugh like no one else.I like him more than I like myself.I can't bare to see him with anyone else.I think I'm in love, and it's not hard to tell.I wish he was mine, but sadly he's not. I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1174026/</link>
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			<title>He Makes Me</title>
			<description>This is a poem about a boy, that even though I just met him a couple days ago, I can't stop thinking about him, and I miss him a lot. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1159497/</link>
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			<title>Lexi</title>
			<description>Dear Lexi, You know you are my best friend.We're both quite sexy, and we'll be together till the end.You truly are beautiful even if you don't think so.&amp;nbsp;Your heart is kind, and your personality has a glow.A friendship like this doesn't happen twice.I'm truly glad to have you with whom I swap ad..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1154266/</link>
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			<title>How do I help her?</title>
			<description>This poem is written by my best friend who has been cutting and starving herself for a lot longer than I had realized. I want to help her but I don't know how. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1154263/</link>
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			<title>You are not Alone</title>
			<description>She thinks she's alone in the world. &amp;nbsp;She thinksnobody understandsher pain.&amp;nbsp;She thinks she's the only onewho needs to be saved.&amp;nbsp;...But she is not alone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1154259/</link>
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			<title>Save Me </title>
			<description>I wrote this poem about my best friend when I found out she has been cutting and starving herself. When she told me, it was her cry for help. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1154257/</link>
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			<title>Our Crazy World</title>
			<description>Our world is crazy.We hurt ourselves but want to be saved.We keep secrets that we wish everyone knew. We try to be like everyone else, but we wish we could just be ourselves.Our world is crazy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1154254/</link>
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			<title>Isaac</title>
			<description>What do you dowhen the boy you are in love withdoesn't even know your name?&amp;nbsp;What do you do when that same boylikes your best friend?&amp;nbsp;How do youdeal with knowingyou can never call him your own?&amp;nbsp;What do you dowhen you can't stop thinking aboutthe boy who doesn't even know youor name?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1154252/</link>
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			<title>Funhouse</title>
			<description>This poem is about my self esteem issues. Poetry helps me feel better. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1154251/</link>
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			<title>Perfection is</title>
			<description>Deception. Conjuredup by a world terrifiedof diversity. &amp;nbsp;A sick illusion. Society the magician,us the audience.&amp;nbsp;A catch to the deal. We are suckers to the scam,gyped of happiness.&amp;nbsp;A non-existence. Perfection will never be real.No one is perfect. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlin_nicole17/1154243/</link>
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