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			<title>Walls</title>
			<description>Fighting to remember, struggling to break free of the walls that contain her, something is so close she feels it brush her finger tips. Tear down these walls.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarahfenna/749159/</link>
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			<title>Come and See for Yourself</title>
			<description>What if common courtesy held nothing for you? What if you forgot your morals? Haven't you ever seen the blackened blameless and wondered? Just wondered?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarahfenna/695732/</link>
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			<title>Who I am</title>
			<description>I am, I think, What you think, I am.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarahfenna/650032/</link>
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			<title>3 a.m</title>
			<description>ensomniacs can relate</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarahfenna/572878/</link>
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			<title>Somewhere Between Here and There</title>
			<description>The last rays of an ending day,the soft wind from a different worldhoney and wild flowers travel through the airdark, rolling grassy hills, breathsoft,&amp;nbsp;rosey colors stain the skythe warmth of the ground,tickling my stomach.I can see a dark, endless advance of starson the left...</description>
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			<title>The Bright Place</title>
			<description>The air is cold here,frozen here, dark heredepressing here without any starsto pave a path of brilliance and bring the crystal ice to life&amp;nbsp;I dream sweetlysoftly, futiley, of The Bright Place&amp;nbsp;Where the river is a mile wideand the water, oh the rive waterlaps the bank..</description>
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			<title>I Don't Think I'm Welcome</title>
			<description>you all knowthe right words to saybut i only seem to say themall the wrong ways&amp;nbsp;you all knowthe right topics to singand to most of you trajedyis a beautiful thing&amp;nbsp;some of you saythat im generic and to controlledthat I don't belong, repeatedlyI've been told&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarahfenna/493976/</link>
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			<title>New</title>
			<description>I'm New,As i watch a faded chapter fall behindAnd i lay down the pen and look at allThe memories of the time.I'm brand NewAs this decade runs outAnd the Fresh and New year is bornBut at acouple seams the thread is rippedand the fabric of me torni have secretsand instances that i ..</description>
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