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			<title>fayhm</title>
			<description>i'm that girl you wish you knewi'm only famous in my roomi walk that catwalki play my own guitari believe i'm beautifuland i'm a superstarcue blackout, the curtains close behindi'm back to real life, out thereyou say i'm a faker and its finecause i know i'm betteri dream a dream where i shineout the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErrWaves/557813/</link>
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			<title>this one's for you.</title>
			<description>it hurts more when I think of your eyesinnocent and corruptedlike you believe in your own set of liesnaively and on purpose.they were green not with envy but with moneyyour mind was paved with a dirt road of sinyour tongue was dull and your character was lostand you could hear the sound of gold with..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErrWaves/557811/</link>
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			<title>time</title>
			<description>i feel like i'm in warfare between hours and secondsit hides its face in shame behind its handsit knows i'd do anything to winmaybe i've finally found a way to stop the worldmaybe i've done itmaybe we can get off this ridenow watch this paused sunset with mei know the gold disappears and i should lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErrWaves/511950/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>My first attempt at a short story, that could possibly turn out to be a thriller. </description>
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			<title>It's Dark</title>
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			<description>Dear my best friend, Dear,&amp;nbsp;i'm at my wits enddrear is setting ini'm captivated and disgusted by youto those memories of memories of lovei barely remember what i remembered about youto what we used to be, turning into what we could have beeni visualize visualizing youyou're the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErrWaves/485937/</link>
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			<title>Months</title>
			<description>seven months ago you were my thunderfive&amp;nbsp;months ago you were kingthree&amp;nbsp;months ago you were a wondernow you are nothing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErrWaves/485393/</link>
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			<title>inspired by a guitar and a boy</title>
			<description>i sit around waiting for that image of you to escape my mindthe one i see and leave everything else behindso far it is to no avail because everything and anythingcan be traced to your smell, your hairthe way you wearthose ripped up worn out jeanssay anythingi still have that masterpiec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ErrWaves/485391/</link>
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			<title>hello</title>
			<description>Poetrycan't only bethe wayto sayhello to me</description>
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			<title>When You Came Along</title>
			<description>i dont miss you anymorei never truely didi only ever missedwhat we should have beeni used to miss usnow its differentwhy did things have to change?but a friendturned aroundand saidif nothing ever changedthere wouldnt be any butterflieswe could never be freeif there was no p..</description>
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