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			<title>The Art of Writing</title>
			<description>The art of writing, the written wordPummels me into shardsBelabors my thoughts into existenceAnd suffocates the silence inside of meIn stages of adolescenceWriting remains at its purest&amp;nbsp;Aiding one's maturityAdhering one to emotional serenityThe obvious becomes the obliviousAnd the oblivious, op..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1310249/</link>
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			<title>&quot;How Love Once Started &quot;</title>
			<description>love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1310244/</link>
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			<title>Million Splendid Stars</title>
			<description>A very figurative poem </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1269579/</link>
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			<title>Truth</title>
			<description>You would gaze at meAnd I would look downYou would howl with laughter&amp;nbsp;And I would giggle silentlyYou would sob uncontrollablyAnd I would fake my sympathyYou would always be by my sideAnd I would never confideYou would grasp me by the armsAnd I would hold you by my fingertipsThe truth is,You lov..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1211963/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3 - End</title>
			<description>Months come and go and they finally lead to my ninth month. Nine and a half months to be exact. The most important moment I've been waiting for...It's so exciting yet so frightening!I prepare myself for a relaxing stroll around the park on a warm, pleasant spring day when the thought occurs to me, L..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1211490/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 - Pregnant</title>
			<description>Pregnant. I kept thinking. Pregnant. Why? Just why? I keep pacing myself back and forth. Why?Only one person to call of course: Laura.I dial her number. If there is one thing I'll always remember, it's her phone number for sure. She answers quickly as if she's been expecting a call from me.&quot;Hey&quot; she..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1211489/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 - &quot;Broken&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Looking for a good time?&quot; I say while biting my lip seductively. &quot;My lips are Skittles; wanna taste the rainbow?&quot; I begin to tease.&quot;Haha! Girl, you sure got a mouth on you. And I'm sure you can put that mouth to good use too,&quot; the old pervert laughs.&quot;Well for one hundred bucks, I'm sure we can find..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1211433/</link>
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			<title>Change</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1204520/</link>
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			<title>Paradise</title>
			<description>it's too far from my grasp</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1202085/</link>
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			<title>The Disturbed</title>
			<description>it's always there...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1202066/</link>
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			<title>Faded</title>
			<description>broken</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1199327/</link>
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			<title>The Curious Life of a Regular Teenager Part 1</title>
			<description>My life explained in an attempt of humor and satire</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1199321/</link>
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			<title>Push</title>
			<description>Started off as a poem yet I began getting inspired to write a story around this...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1196783/</link>
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			<title>Bittersweet</title>
			<description>Small, short, contradicting love poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1196734/</link>
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			<title>Your Love</title>
			<description>Love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1181458/</link>
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			<title>Obsession </title>
			<description>Obsessive Compulsive Disorder</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1181447/</link>
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			<title>Fear and Loathing</title>
			<description>Another short poem. Feedback would be appreciated! Thank you for reading!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1181407/</link>
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			<title>Hateful Love</title>
			<description>Love sickness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1181402/</link>
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			<title>The Noise Escalated</title>
			<description>A short, suspense story originating from a prompt (Begin a story with the sentence &quot;Behind her, the noise escalated.&quot; Enjoy and give feedback please!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1181221/</link>
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			<title>The Puppeteer </title>
			<description>The ending is what you make it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shhhh/1181198/</link>
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