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		<description>The original writings of author Mina Salva</description>
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			<title>They</title>
			<description>My day sucked, I cried, I felt bad. I had to write these words down otherwise I couldn't stop myself from such thoughts.. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1264984/</link>
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			<title>It's all at once</title>
			<description>This poem literally describes EVERYTHING, but, I don't think many people would relate to it. I hope some will. Thanks for reading!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1263489/</link>
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			<title>You'll be fine, and I'll be better</title>
			<description>Dear friend, dear as goldI was all lost and I couldn't find a wayWalking in insecurity, while everyone's towards me coldNights passed, by crying my heart out because of what they used to sayThe pain pursued even on the brightest daysI pushed it away but it kept calling on those namesThe smirks and l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1254635/</link>
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			<title>I'm gonna be fine</title>
			<description>I couldn't resist and bear what was going on around me, I felt things for the first time, and I couldn't do anything but express myself by a poem, so here it is, share your opinions about it! </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1254632/</link>
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			<title>The holy days</title>
			<description>It's a poem about one special month of my religion. I don't need any hate or awful, and judgmental comments, they will not hurt me, they'll only be deleted. It's about the month Ramadan.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1201798/</link>
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			<title>Back again, or a final goodbye?</title>
			<description>It's a poem about my ex-best-friend. I had to write the words down..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1201796/</link>
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			<title>Summer</title>
			<description>Here you came again, building a new startSun's warmth folded into me, the wind slightly blowing, isn't it a beautiful art?Trees' leaves dancing, the sound of their moves are filling my chest with inspirationI'm lost in the middle of this beauty, wind please, come and lead me to your directionOne and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183834/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>We walk and we runWe stop and we fallMy heart dun, but I'll stay tallI catch breathes, when I see you in the hallBut I bet you don't know who I am at allAs a child, as a teen, I've grown up strongI know who I am, I know where I belongLove and warmth attached to meYou are perfect, don't make this beM..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183828/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>Every summer has its story, every winter has one tooAs the rain is pouring, and the cold crumbling into me, I can only cry toTo what everything you've said, what everything you've doneI advice myself to stop, hold on and runHarming myself isn't an option, so let life clear this toxinYou hurt me, not..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183826/</link>
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			<title>He</title>
			<description>Spring comes and goes, flowers bloom and dieBirds sing and fly, in this very big skyLove surrounding us in the air, but it's unfairIt hits us, and sticks in us, it hurts and pulls our souls awayYou would plead and weep, but who would hear?A lump of words blocked in my gorgeWhat's harder than having ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183824/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts</title>
			<description>The title says it all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183823/</link>
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			<title>Expectancy</title>
			<description>I felt broken, I had to write the words down on the paper.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183818/</link>
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			<title>Missing peace</title>
			<description>&quot;I've lost trust&quot; is the sentence that says it all about this poem. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183816/</link>
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			<title>My fellow</title>
			<description>Through years I've changed, I was lost. My feelings were and are mixed up, so I had to speak up in this poem. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183808/</link>
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			<title>Forever dead</title>
			<description>I've never wrote a poem, but once I tried, I ended up talking about her. &quot;Her&quot; is that girl who used to be my best friend, but then, everything changed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aminame/1183788/</link>
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