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		<description>The original writings of author Cookie</description>
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			<title>I Won't </title>
			<description>Boy meets girl, but girl says, &quot;No!&quot;  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/karlastar/2013845/</link>
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			<title>My Regret</title>
			<description>Soft baby tears with flaky newborn skinSo chubby and curious His brown eyes just like mineTantrums,love,heart,kindness are also mineI'm sorry baby bottle pop,that's what I use to call youI'm sorry you don't know and I hope you never willBut when your older you will;baby bottl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/karlastar/1726172/</link>
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			<title>I love you </title>
			<description>An apology to my parents.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/karlastar/1490754/</link>
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			<title>A habit</title>
			<description>When Im  depressed the world goes blankIm surrounded by nothing but spaceIm not lonely,neither crowdedAll these stars make me feel brightBut the blackness is a deverstating sight Theres no gravity to pull you downSo your always floating towards any random directionWhich is bad in som..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/karlastar/1157449/</link>
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			<title>suspicious </title>
			<description>Screams comes from next doorBut then theres silentI peek  to see if its the neighborThe lights are off and Im curiousThe door bell rings and there hes furiousMr. Lendeal  looks so vilantMy mine says open but I won'tThis time he vilantly knocksIm lonely and scaredNow theres silenc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/karlastar/1157303/</link>
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			<title>A feeling?</title>
			<description>I scoop some water from the lakeHmm is the world so fakeAll I touch falls of my handNext I touch the salty sandEverything I grab is the sameI dont think I should be ashame   Am I dreaming   Is this real   This is so decieving    And this is the way I feel</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/karlastar/1156355/</link>
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			<title>Paper is paper</title>
			<description>I still remember I wrote this in the sixth grade.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/karlastar/1155859/</link>
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			<title>experience</title>
			<description>The knowing of something you didnt expected</description>
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