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		<title>The Bored Rose | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author The Bored Rose</description>
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			<title>Maybe it's you and me.</title>
			<description>I'm just a simple girlHaving an up and down lifeExperiencing failure, success, and twirlAnd boredom makes me weak but aliveI, sometimes, write and readAlways lack of sleep but loves to eatNot that fond of the sun and its lightnessBut I'm fascinated by the moon and enjoys the darkness..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FuyukiTsukihoshi/1157642/</link>
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			<title>Mirror.</title>
			<description>Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall. You don't have to tell me who's the biggest fool of all...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FuyukiTsukihoshi/1154904/</link>
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			<title>Iwas.</title>
			<description>This is a Tagalog short story. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FuyukiTsukihoshi/1154887/</link>
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			<title>Johann Kevin Pierre: The Brokenhearted Guy.</title>
			<description>Credit to Hydz Trinidad for the poem, 'Why It Has To Be You?', as the prologue. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FuyukiTsukihoshi/1154368/</link>
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			<title>Red String Of Destiny Riding Club</title>
			<description>Terms and Conditions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FuyukiTsukihoshi/1154364/</link>
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			<title>Red String Of Destiny: Johann Kevin Pierre</title>
			<description>God tied us together by our little fingers with a long red string,
This bond of fate can't be seen,
And there's no map to us,
So we'll fall in love to each other by choice, by chance, or by kismet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FuyukiTsukihoshi/1154363/</link>
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			<title>Thank you, mom.</title>
			<description>I wrote this for my dear mother. ='&gt;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FuyukiTsukihoshi/1154111/</link>
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