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		<description>The original writings of author Airila</description>
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			<title>Re-Do</title>
			<description>Basically I met this guy...n we been talking for a while...n the attraction is definitely there. I saw him at a party last night n we spent some time alone together and I just long to have a re-do </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/1051628/</link>
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			<title>This Type Love...Making</title>
			<description>I don't want that classic, vanilla type love...makingI want that spontaneous type...That...do it whenever we feel like...when the...desire gets too much for us type...That earth shattering, body rocking, my nails scraoing his back type loveOn the days that I long for tenderness, I want that...finger..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/1030589/</link>
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			<title>Imaginary Therapy Session</title>
			<description>Basically I thought of what would happen if I go back to my psychiatrist n what he'd tell me to do.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/794651/</link>
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			<title>I Think I Finally Lost My Mind</title>
			<description>Basically a long line of what the f**k moments that have brought me to this point.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/790858/</link>
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			<title>What A Wonderful World, She Thought</title>
			<description>Something idle I did just now while I'm at work....I have no idea if it makes sense or not. Y'all be the judge.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/747224/</link>
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			<title>Lost Reality</title>
			<description>She lies awake staring into a pitch black atmosphereWondering whose hands were these holding her so closeWhose hot breath trickled on the back of her neckWhose long shaft did she have wedged between her thighsThe same long rod that is becoming increasingly wet with her slick juicesAnd then she felt ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/744211/</link>
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			<title>Undisclosed Stipulations</title>
			<description>I want the romance.The type of romance you only see in movies.The type of thing that every girl dreams for, dreams&amp;hellip;.but never getsI want flowers n candy on the first dateI want my chair to be pulled out for meI want those middle of the night phone calls just to hear the sound of my voiceI wan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/744207/</link>
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			<title>First Time Encounters</title>
			<description>Tension filling the night air while my nerves get the better of me.Should I say something first, do I wait?What do I say if I do say something first, what questions do I ask?Should I ask anything at all?I'm normally so blunt with my words, so why this fear?This never ending feeling like the hairs on..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/744077/</link>
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			<title>I'm No Longer The Me I Once Remembered</title>
			<description>There are things in a relationship that I'll always miss. Like the little physical things. My bf n I have be apart for a while n its finally getting to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/744075/</link>
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			<title>Why Are You Here? I Wish I Didn't See You</title>
			<description>So I saw my ex for the first time after we broke up a few months ago and...all that we went through, memories, both good and bad came back. I been having a rough few weeks and seeing him just add to i</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/613935/</link>
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			<title>February 13, 2010</title>
			<description>Remembering my gram</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/575482/</link>
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			<title>November 1996</title>
			<description>Just me remembering the day my gramps died</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/575478/</link>
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			<title>Falling for the forbiden</title>
			<description>After tonight, I know this is more than infatuationCan't say loveWon't say loveBut the feeling is strongThere's this unending sense of need&amp;nbsp;A desire to feel him holding meLike the pain in my chest, the attack that followedHe stayed beside meClutching his wrist (I almost cut him)Just using my mi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/575473/</link>
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			<title>Saturday Night's Attack</title>
			<description>Staggering to find a chairChest hurts so muchI can't see a thingThe pain is way to much to handleI start hyperventilatingHe finds me sufferingTakes me outside, the pain gets worseI feel like cryingI can't breatheMy chest is so tightMy legs are numbMy ears...no explanationLeaning on one of the beamsH..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/575471/</link>
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			<title>Farewell </title>
			<description>He stayed by her for days on endWatching as her chest rose and fellThe monitor beeped at her every heartbeatShe was slowly fading away with each passing momentHer body was there; in that bedBut her brain, her organs were dying as she diedHe stays by her sideConstantly holding her handPraying that sh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/575469/</link>
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			<title>The Dream- Part 3 &quot;Desire&quot;</title>
			<description>Final part of my dreams</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/550625/</link>
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			<title>The Dream- Part 2 &quot;Confusion&quot;</title>
			<description>Part 2 of my dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/550623/</link>
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			<title>The Dream- Part 1 &quot;Break&quot;</title>
			<description>part 1 of 3 of the dreams I been having about my ex-boyfriend</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/550622/</link>
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			<title>I Know Who Loves Me</title>
			<description>You know how abusers keep women under their control&quot;I'm the only one who'll ever love you,No on else cares about you but me,You'll only be safe with me, everyone else hurts you&quot;So even though you never abused me you sound a lot like themIf that's the case then you have no business telling ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/544527/</link>
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			<title>Revenge Is Sweet</title>
			<description>You could say I'm a vengeful personIf I had the guts to do itBut this time I'll feel justifiedWhen vengeance has been gratifiedThis will be beyond epicI heard what you wanted to doAt first I was a bit unnerved when you asked me those questionsBut then...because I was so pissed offi s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/543740/</link>
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			<title>HBD</title>
			<description>Hey guess what love? Today's your 21st!! I'm so happy for youBut why am I crying so much? Oh...I rememberYou're not here to celebrate itHas it been so long since I lost you?Time stands still every May 2...I still remember the first time you called me after campI was pulling my braids out..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/543321/</link>
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			<title>Imagination</title>
			<description>Please take me back, Ed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/541266/</link>
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			<title>Trusting.</title>
			<description>You think you really know a personThen everything turns to crudYou think you really trust someoneThen realize their true natureThen you ask yourself&quot;Was our friendship really trueOr was he using me for his purposes?&quot;I love my friendsThe few that I haveBut sometimes I suspect even t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/536418/</link>
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			<title>Betrayal.</title>
			<description>BETRAYAL. A word we know all too wellAt some point in our lives we'll face itAt some part of our lives we've betrayed or been betrayedEven if it was unintentional...we've experienced it head onBut how do we handle it?When that betrayal costs someone their life?How do we live with ourselves then?Do y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/536417/</link>
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			<title>Relapse</title>
			<description>This relapse into the rage Icaged up inside me so long ago is lingering for exposure once more. I fear I&amp;rsquo;ll have no other optionbut to release her. The sweet innocence that onceresided in this body is no longer. Nothing but rage and the furyresides in me. I want..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/532578/</link>
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			<title>Remisiscent on Yesterday</title>
			<description>When I was 12 I got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I went to this camp for kids with diabetes n met this boy Kasif...he was 15...He was my first real love. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/532215/</link>
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			<title>Broken Down Doll</title>
			<description>There is one special person I'll never make see me cryBut last night...he saw...he heard me weepHe saw me; broken down doll held by EdTerrified of what just happenedNo one deserves that he saidNo oneImagine me, there, crying my eyes out, can't be comforted, lost all hope n faith in you!!!!I'M SO ANG..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/531289/</link>
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			<title>Let's Take It Slow</title>
			<description>I wanna do this one right....nice....and slowCliched candles, rose petals and soft music..I want it like that, to do it like that for the firstI want romance...soft kisses, caressing, all that jazzI want you to be gentle with me this timeI know you know how I love it hardBut this time ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/530276/</link>
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			<title>Secluded Locations to Drawn Out Phone Conversations</title>
			<description>the thing is Ricky...i love you too much to be mad at youi felt hurt and cast aside by youand i felt you didn't carebut now its like....i dunno''i guess your feelings for him are that strong huh?&quot;sitting in the dark, crying on the phone on how bad it washow much you cut methe pain that no one could ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/529105/</link>
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			<title>Silent Cries</title>
			<description>I used to ask myself all the time if it was wrong to fall in love for your best friendThe 2 times this happened I thought it was okayThey were both understanding of my situationBut now its like...I get it now...Its wrong to fall in love with your best friendSomeone you...might not have grown up with..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/528567/</link>
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			<title>Silence You Wench</title>
			<description>So last night I made my first appearance back at Chelsea after...a very long time and I felt totally ignored. I didn't have my boyfriend with me and I felt like the 7th wheel.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/528369/</link>
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			<title>The Solitude (Letter to my mother)</title>
			<description>I really can't describe this....hopefully its self explanatory</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/525123/</link>
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			<title>Parting Really WAS Sweet Sorrow Today</title>
			<description>Today when my boyfriend had to go home it was the hardest moment I've had...and I know there are more to come.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/519361/</link>
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			<title>Scenario</title>
			<description>The circumstances to which my new relationship with Edmund Jones III was formed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/518963/</link>
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			<title>Rip You Apart</title>
			<description>I wanna rip you apart and burn up the piecesChop you limb from limb n make manure out of your fecesDrain you of all your blood and eat out your heart Because you've been my #1 enemy from the startI hate your f*****g gutsYou fat s**t you're gonna dieI'm gonna smile while I watch your pare..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/517409/</link>
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			<title>That's How He Knows</title>
			<description>I'm terrified when I'm aloneSo depressed when we're apartIt sucks so bad most of the timeRight now I just miss him&quot;That's how I know you love me&quot; he saysAnd I do love him. I really doGods do I wish he was here nowI wish I didn't get so panicky sometimesAll this anxiety when I'm not w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/516636/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Just telling my boyfriend how much he means to me. I love you so much Edmund...&lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/516544/</link>
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			<title>I'm Panicking Right Now</title>
			<description>He said it just days after I said itTook me by surpriseI know he means it, I really doWas on such a high being with himBut now I'm just a mess without him hereI'm panicking right nowWhat if I get too clingy?What if he leaves?Or stops loving me?I'm terrified right nowI don't know what to doAsked him ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/514818/</link>
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			<title>Reality Sets In</title>
			<description>After thinking about what just happenedAfter careful recollectionAfter sleeping on itThe reality set in...he really said itI think I'm more in shockHaving a nervous breakdownBut its a good oneI longed for him to say itBut never did I expect to hear it so soonI'm...still flabbergastedBut I'm ecstatic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/514805/</link>
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			<title>So Peaceful She Sleeps</title>
			<description>This is dedicated to my grandma who died last week at 70 of metabolic bladder cancer that spread to her brain</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/513545/</link>
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			<title>Double Standard Bullshit</title>
			<description>The fucked up cycle of hypocrisy between guys and girls</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/513544/</link>
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			<title>Oh Gods Does She Want You</title>
			<description>All I'm gonna say...I can't wait til my boyfriend reads this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/513543/</link>
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			<title>Oh This Fantasy of Mine</title>
			<description>My body is yoursPale, fragile, in need of your touchSlipping in and out of consciousnessThere, am I found by youHeld tight in your warm embraceFeeling my heart slow down to match yoursWhy do&amp;nbsp; feel this way for you my savior?But&amp;nbsp; I don't want it to endAnd then he kissed meI didn't know what..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/512457/</link>
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			<title>He's Who I Desire</title>
			<description>There stands my desired over to the rightBrown eyes, tall, thick hair; yet shorter than mineTold he of his wishes to keep meOf what competition tween he and his fellow manAye, me; I consort-est with the latterKisseth thy lips in a farewell gestureI've wrapped mine eyes around his hipsB..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/512398/</link>
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			<title>I'm A Flirt</title>
			<description>My dreamsMy desiresMy most intimate of intimatesYou'd think I'd love being intimateActually I do love intimacyI'm the type of girl who likes to take it slowGet to know you first before even considering the sexualBut then I'm VERY sensual in some aspectsI know I'm a flirt, sometimes I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/512396/</link>
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			<title>I'm An Eclectic Writer</title>
			<description>I can honestly say I write some disturbing thingsBut I'm not pushing the envelope so to speakBut then again that's why I write this wayTo ensnare the masses with visions of blood and macabreMy general theme in most of my pieces is sadness and despairThat's just on an off day (most of the t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/512391/</link>
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			<title>Feast Upon Mine Enemy</title>
			<description>Oh how I wish to feast upon this carnivorous flesh. Fresh blood flowingoutward towards the sky just aching to be devoured. I take you intomyself and making you mine, I seal your fate. Tempting isn't it? Takinga life. Many have wished to do so but only I; among the select, fewhave the heart t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/512386/</link>
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			<title>Under the Influence</title>
			<description>If I can acknowledge that I'm really fucked up then that's a good thingright? Wrong....I was WAY too fucked up for my own good. I'm barelyremembering what happened the night before...but I know I was lookedafter by my friends. If only one certain person would have stayed withme...I'm more hu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/512384/</link>
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			<title>Ever Fallen in Love With Someone You Shouldn't Have</title>
			<description>you're bad for me. i know thisall signs lead me away from youbut you yourself keep pulling me ini can't resist this....but i shouldi wish i had better control over myselfbut knowing in my heart....i want yougods do i want youbut i really shouldn'toh i love the way you touch methe w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/512381/</link>
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			<title>I Desire Sex n Blood</title>
			<description>I'm here in front of you wanting to feel you inside me, wanting to takeyour life the way you took mine. you've stolen my heart and now I'lltake yours for taking mine. I love the way you hold me, how you touchme, kiss me; but I have to kill you for killing me slowly. I'll have tomake this slo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PandaPixie1991/512377/</link>
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