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		<description>The original writings of author Jennabel Azera</description>
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			<title>The Other Side</title>
			<description>Who is she? This girl that stares back at me. Her crimson eyes sparkling with mischief. A sinister smile adorn her lips.&amp;nbsp;This girl laughs joyfully at spilled blood and slashed lives. She breathes in the frustration she caused. She drinks in the weeping tears she brought.&amp;nbsp;This girl is me. M..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/564606/</link>
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			<title>Black or White?</title>
			<description>How I begin to see everything.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/564602/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Please help me name this poem. I can't seem to find the perfect name for this poem. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/564600/</link>
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			<title>Sanctuary</title>
			<description>In my sanctuary,I am enamored,Surrounded by affection.Not an imperfection. Wrapped in protection,Safe from harm.I am in my sanctuary.I am in your arms. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/517393/</link>
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			<title>Muse</title>
			<description>My inspirational help this past week. ^.^</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/517386/</link>
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			<title>Lust</title>
			<description>Eyes blackened with lust,Hands yearning to touch me....To hold me....To feel me.&amp;nbsp;Summoned by my body.Drawn in by my scent.Covered by your burning kisses.Filled with an insatiable longing. &amp;nbsp;Racing hearts.Deepened breaths.Fire burning within our bodies.Surrounded by..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/517380/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>A little taste of the poison...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/510458/</link>
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			<title>Goddess of the Hunt</title>
			<description>Diana, who is more knowingly as the assassin named Artemis the Huntress, is given a new job and a new target. Will she give up everything to be with him or will she end his life?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/510457/</link>
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			<title>Blooming</title>
			<description>This poem is sybolism and a metaphor. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/509034/</link>
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			<title>Most Evil Emotion of All</title>
			<description>Anti-Valentine poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/506266/</link>
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			<title>This Feeling...</title>
			<description>This feeling I am feeling is not a normal emotion. No, this feeling is desire. Desire for something or someone I do not know of. But it is so overwhelming that it makes me want to curl up on the ground and cry. It makes me want to scream and shout from the top of my lungs. I search and search for it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/506265/</link>
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			<title>Insomnia</title>
			<description>That time where you are wide awake at night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/505499/</link>
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			<title>Depression</title>
			<description>Another favorite...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/505124/</link>
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			<title>Confusion</title>
			<description>One of my favorites...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/505121/</link>
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			<title>Misunderstood</title>
			<description>Not one of my best...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/505118/</link>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>PainIt surrounds you like fogAffecting your mind and bodyCaused by a lossAn injuryA loved oneYou pray for it to go awayBut will praying do that?Only you have the powerConcentrateDon't let the pain take overHeal yourselfOr the pain will cause you to fade awayFading away from..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/505116/</link>
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			<title>Surviving Life</title>
			<description>Is there ever a thing as a perfect life? No? Didn't think soMost people love lifeMost try to survive itYou might be one of those peopleSurvival is the number one keyAnything can happen in lifeFind a way to surviveA scream in your pillowOr a blade to your wristThey won't help ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/505113/</link>
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			<title>Friends</title>
			<description>Friends are specialKeep them closeBut most friends aren't really friendsFriends don't try to change who you areThey don't use peer pressureOr popularity as bridesFriends love you for who you areEven if you are a social butterflyOr an anti-social batFriends will stick with you to th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/505110/</link>
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			<title>Old Poetry</title>
			<description>A collection of old poetry from a year or two ago. May not be the best quality or anything. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/505107/</link>
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			<title>Alive</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote when I was consumed with depression...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/490663/</link>
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			<title>Comtemplated Desolation</title>
			<description>This poem was for my English class but I ended up really liking it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/490662/</link>
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			<title>Nothing More...</title>
			<description>A special poem I wrote about this one guy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/490661/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>She could not believe it. She did not want to believe it.Ashlinn Reed ran out of the house, her heart broken beyond repair. Tears streamed from her eyes as she remembered the cause of her anguish.Derek Halloway.Ashlinn had been with Derek for approximately two years and she had not loved any..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/490422/</link>
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			<title>Deadly Kisses</title>
			<description>Who knew how much their lives would have change...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insatiable_Needs/490408/</link>
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