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			<title>A Turbulent Mind</title>
			<description>simple confusion </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1361696/</link>
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			<title>Acceptance </title>
			<description>We all want to be accepted.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1361689/</link>
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			<title>I Don't See You... It is All I Need</title>
			<description>When all you need is all you're never going to have, or lost.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1184782/</link>
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			<title>Shameful Things </title>
			<description>Shameful Things &amp;nbsp;Lay coal upon my bed.Burn it to the ground and Let me feel the warm airSkim my skin.&amp;nbsp;I can see the sun crawling Through the ice,The grass sprouts patches ofYellow as I take a final step.&amp;nbsp;I am lead into shameful thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1184778/</link>
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			<title>Premature Hell</title>
			<description>PrematureHell&amp;nbsp;Hearingthe cries of every guitar,Thesolemn altos of the troubled voicesEchoinginto my mind,Reassuringme that someone has feltThesame. Somewhere.&amp;nbsp;If I only couldmake a deal with GodI'd get him to swap our places.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1182136/</link>
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			<title>Roll with the Punches</title>
			<description>Rollwith the Punches &amp;nbsp;Tossing,turning...BecauseI don&amp;rsquo;t feel you here.I&amp;rsquo;m sotiredI can&amp;rsquo;teven sleep.&amp;nbsp;Shufflingand flicking through all the melodies I don&amp;rsquo;twant to hear;All ofthe dampened wordsTo findhow I f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1177113/</link>
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			<title>A Prayer</title>
			<description>A prayer or a confession? 
Or perhaps it is a dream.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1174662/</link>
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			<title>Divine Beauty </title>
			<description>This isn't really a poem, but it's not a story either. 
It's more of a figurative personal recollection of straining to remember the most important face.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1174644/</link>
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			<title>Pebbles</title>
			<description>If only it was as simple as laying a pebble at your love's feet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1173727/</link>
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			<title>Lost Without Your Arms</title>
			<description>I suppose sometimes a Mother's love is all we need. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1173721/</link>
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			<title>In the Night </title>
			<description>In the Night memories are made. 
Things are said and done that can change you forever. Only in the morning do we feel the impact; when the sun brings reality.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1172638/</link>
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			<title>The Dirt Everyone Ignores</title>
			<description>Is this what it is like to feel the claws of addiction grasp you? 
Or just the guilt afterwards... the sensation in the moment?
Not all addicts are ignored &lt;3 </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1172635/</link>
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			<title>Enraptured Soul</title>
			<description>Thought I'd attempt Shakespearian tongue...
He definitely knew the language to express heartbreak.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1172500/</link>
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			<title>Miss Mum</title>
			<description>This is a little poem I wrote one day hoping my my could read over my shoulder. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaDreams/1172485/</link>
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			<title>Without You, Isabelle </title>
			<description>'Without You, Isabelle' is a dramatic monologue that I wanted to share it. It is from the eyes of Stephen from Sebastian Faulks' 'Birdsong' and includes thoughts on the war and  heartbreak. Enjoy ! &lt;3 </description>
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