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			<title>5.7.18</title>
			<description>I Miss Who I Thought You Were,You Couldn't.I Miss What I Thought You Could Be,You Wouldn't.I Miss All The Possibilities,You Didn't.I Miss The Broken Promises,You Shouldn't.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/2026769/</link>
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			<title>7.20.17</title>
			<description>Sand between my toes, sea salted hair, sunkissed skin, self reflection, meditation...Mind ClearLayin with the fire flies, surrounded by stars, talkin to the moon, can hear my heartbeat...Mind IntuneLose myself in the forest, touching all the trees, smelling grass, engulfed in fresh air...Min..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1941601/</link>
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			<title>6/13/17</title>
			<description>I'm finding the strength in drowning, the beauty in darkness. I'm seeing the benefits of blind eyes, feeling the warmth of a cold heart....A beautiful contradiction, this life of mine...In drowning, I had no choice but to fight for air. The darkness forced me to find a guiding light. Blind eyes forc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1929548/</link>
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			<title>4/25/17</title>
			<description>&quot;...The louder you scream, the less I hear,&amp;nbsp;stop shouting, its only me and you here...&quot;&quot;...You cant hear me, if you did you would change,please why do you hate me, why are we stuck on this constant&amp;nbsp;same...&quot;&quot;...Your far too hard on yourself, you come here with all these questions,you listen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1912558/</link>
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			<title>...3.28.17...</title>
			<description>...They just want to model, In the club serving bottles; Fiending for likes from the squad, flaunt it all regardless of what follows. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cry for attention, take ya dough on the low; They'll do it all for the show&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Blinded by body, tripping off a smile, your little girls at home ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1902455/</link>
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			<title>short story #1</title>
			<description>&quot;Why so distant today?&quot;-&quot;Huh..ah no reason, jus a lot on my mind that's all.&quot;&quot;Work?&quot;-&quot;Work, finances, u know the norm.&quot;&quot;O, ok do u wanna talk about it?&quot;-&quot;Honestly I don't hun. I really jus wanna enjoy the night. The moon is lit jus perfectly, the waves ever so subtle, the winds playin a song only we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1317759/</link>
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			<title>her</title>
			<description>Yellow boneThickScale of 1-10, solid 8Not to badLong brown curly hair, down to the small of her backEyes piercing with light brown glassMaintained and well manicuredDishes smudge freeDust is never apparentEat of the reflection under your feetHumor of a stand-upPersonality of a good girlExplorer in t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1317152/</link>
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			<title>him n her</title>
			<description>She partied all nightDrank the sun upNot sober she strolls to his houseA.m. hoursHe's still awakeShocked she's knockingThe doors openAlcohol induced argumentShe cusses uncontrollably&amp;nbsp;he's instantly attractedHe never breaks a sweatKnowing he's winningShe apologizesHe acceptsBoth want what's next..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1186829/</link>
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			<title>its passion</title>
			<description>Its fireIts rageIts loveIts painIts passion.Its lustIts hurtIts happinessIts sadnessIts passion.Its randomIts wildIts sexIts uniqueIts passion.Its dangerousIts&amp;nbsp;toxicIts poisonIts deadlyIts passionIts realIts everlastingIts the truthIts oursIts passion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1183293/</link>
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			<title>words from a lost soul</title>
			<description>If my soul was found what would it say?Would it have a voice loud enough for me to hear?Would I be able to understand its dialect?If my soul was found what kind of story would it have to tell?Would it have lived a different life than I?Would it have expirenced more than my mind can fathom?If my soul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickiR321/1183101/</link>
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			<title>obession</title>
			<description>How does an obsession come about?How does one get over an obsession?How do you release yourself of an obsession?When is it borderline addiction?I fear I crossed the line between the two.I've lost the desire to want, its no longer in me to know.I'm consumed, devoured by feelings.Who am I without this..</description>
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