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		<description>The original writings of author flowetry07</description>
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			<title>Atmosphereic Phenomena</title>
			<description>I didn't ask for much.I just wanted to be held,CloseHearts beating in sync, fingers interlocked, ear pressed to shoulder Just for a little while.&amp;nbsp;Words spoken with out a disclaimer or conditional clause its what they call Transparency.When we were together I felt just comfortable enough to stri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1779974/</link>
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			<title>Fairy Tales</title>
			<description>On her fifth birthday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will tell my baby girl;There's no Prince Charming.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1771526/</link>
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			<title>Swimming Lessons</title>
			<description>SwimmingLessons&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Senescence</title>
			<description>Do you see him? Hardly anyone does. Inthis mass of youthful bodies rushing this way and that,The man hobbling on thesidewalk struggling to balance his bags in his comfortable looking (but judgingfrom the stance of his walk) not so comfortable orthopedic shoes. He attempts to catch ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1652835/</link>
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			<title>Reflection</title>
			<description>I'm looking at the woman in the mirror.... I'm telling her she doesn't have to change.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1554542/</link>
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			<title>Baited</title>
			<description>It started with just a little &quot;thump&quot; then an inhale and later, the final and sure sign..., her palms began to sweat. She knew she was in trouble. For her becoming involved with people had never been an emotional thing at least not in the traditional sense. Her needs were more about being entertaine..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1451775/</link>
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			<title>Subconscious Reality</title>
			<description>love, self-love, dreams, </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1409022/</link>
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			<title>Dystopian Society</title>
			<description>This poem was inspired by  the books Hunger Games, and Divergent as well as my experience living as a person of color.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1355100/</link>
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			<title>Remembering Mema</title>
			<description>Mema was my grandmother. This is simply me remembering her. Its very raw and open. She passed away late September of 2012. I miss her dearly</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1298851/</link>
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			<title>On Some Love Jones Ish</title>
			<description>This is how I imagined Nina would have responded to the poem Darius composed for her early in the movie. Some of my intimate feelings are expressed here as well but I was inspired by the movie. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1296768/</link>
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			<title>Rattled</title>
			<description>A Haiku.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1272379/</link>
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			<title>A Walk Through the Park</title>
			<description>This is a very short story I wrote when I was 15. It is narrated from the perspective of the child who is at about age 6.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nbailey/1266695/</link>
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			<title>Hazy Recollections</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s not just your arms, no longer stopping my body fromshivering, that I miss,It&amp;rsquo;s not only your eyes boring into the deep crevices of mysoul,My heart still beats to the memory of your heart&amp;rsquo;s tempo.My lips still tingle in anticipation of meeting yours.When the..</description>
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