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			<title>Black Coffee &amp; Marshmallows</title>
			<description>I love you means nothing.</description>
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			<title>Broken Soul Bridge</title>
			<description>I see your black eye and I raise youTwo broken fingers and a bruised rib cage.Surely, those finger marks pale in comparisonTo fist sized welts and bloody knuckles-I got them from my father. That time I hit him back.It got me no supper for a week-And a broken ego that weeps me to sleep.And I&amp;rsquo;ll..</description>
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			<title>Salt &amp; Stone</title>
			<description>This was for a contest on a different website. I had to make a poem using the word salt. This was the result.</description>
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			<title>The Guilty One</title>
			<description>Could you cope?</description>
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			<title>She is Lego</title>
			<description>To the girls who are made out of Lego. </description>
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			<title>Dawn Does Come</title>
			<description>This is to a boy who lost his fight too early. This is to a boy who did not deserve the hand he was dealt. This is to a boy who died. This is how I made it make sense. </description>
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			<title>The Tree House</title>
			<description>We all have to grow up at some point. Luckily we have anchors tied to souls that will sink us back down to childhood every once in awhile. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireDubelle/1186923/</link>
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			<title>Fun</title>
			<description>Flash Fiction</description>
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			<title>Bad Tires</title>
			<description>Flash fiction. </description>
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			<title>Empty Plates </title>
			<description>This is about a child who is innocent, yet her mother refuses to acknowledge that.

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