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			<title>The Village.</title>
			<description>Listen,I hear the tom tom drums.They all move closer.Listen,I hear the laughter,I feel the joy.They sway to the lovely beat,they dance to the sound the love most.I hear the heart beats racing.It is that season again,When they define men from boys.You can feel their apprehension.The girls giggle,Thei..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juelz/769285/</link>
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			<title>In a distance.</title>
			<description>I hear that voice in the desert, That cry of a lonely woman ina starry night.I hear the voices calling,I hear the heart beating,It's the solace of oneselfin deep thoughts.The only place to find peace;one's heart.The only place to find a solution;one's mind.The idea of finding c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juelz/515037/</link>
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			<title>Strength.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Im torn into pieces,Down in a pool of shreds,I want to give up,but i keep on going.For how long will i keep up with this.I want to cry so hard,I want to scream so loud,Im in a dark abyss.&amp;nbsp;I pull myself together,I collect my clothes into one pile.I need to move on...</description>
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			<title>Thoughts</title>
			<description>I think as i write,a request i have been asked,I&amp;nbsp;figure it out right now,sense i hope they make.&amp;nbsp;Scared i am,no one has read my work.I hope it comes togetherand sense it makes.&amp;nbsp;Be truthful in judgements made,This is what i love to do.The thoughts that run through..</description>
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