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			<title>Quote from Divergent</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Tris and Four&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I'm&amp;nbsp;surprised you know that,&amp;rsquo; I say quietly, &amp;lsquo;since you left halfway through my one and only fight.&amp;rsquo;'It&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;something I wanted to watch,&amp;rsquo; he says.&amp;rdquo;During this time, Tobias is still so snob to Tris. T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1314515/</link>
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			<title>A special Kind of love</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sometimes in Life, we meet this one person. The one person who takes away all our pain and sadness and replaces everything with laughter and love, he's the one whose always there when you need him most. I truly think I've met that person although he was there before. I guess I w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1260031/</link>
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			<title>The Weekend</title>
			<description>Oh, how could I describe the weekend?A pleasant ray or a dark day.Oh how I love the weekend.A time for laughter, A time for peace,A time to love and a heart complete.It comes slow, It moves quickly,But despite everything, the weekend is never lonelyThe coming weekends are expectantIt's always acknow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1245321/</link>
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			<title>Matters of the Heart</title>
			<description>A troubled heart, a troubled soulall of these I am told.Constantly they pricked me,constantly I'm hurt.But no one cares or hear methen they need to&amp;nbsp;any more.A beauty I am, with a savage heartI yearn for love, even thoughthey tell me, its wrong.I thrash and I crash, on my way to the tophoping so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1245318/</link>
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			<title>Chemistry</title>
			<description>Chemistry, chemistry, chemistry.What is chemistry?But a force of attraction or even a chemical reaction.A balance of equation, a reflection of love,chemistry is everything that melts ones love.Oh, where can I find it?Oh, where can it be?I seem to lack chemistry in me.Its not that he's loveless, its ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1245310/</link>
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			<title>The wedding bell</title>
			<description>The norm of the older folks:Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.Its a constant reminder of what a wedding is.Yet as the centuries passed, it was renewed,not the way the older folks wantednor the way it was ruled.It probably for the better that later,I'll never know or ex..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1241407/</link>
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			<title>My dreams</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; A dream to me was a dream to bea &amp;nbsp;slow suspense without vitality.It came only once but was enoughto fill its prey with feelings of insecurity.harmless to some but deadly to all,especially if dreamers took it seriously.It was summer I think,when I first had mine.A harmless dream with a so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1241404/</link>
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			<title>A True Friend</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A True Friend&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Who is a friend? What is a friend?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A friend is alot of things,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There's a friend in everyone.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1241399/</link>
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			<title>Death storm</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Its sad to think that a girl like mecould ever so blink and the miss the perfect treat.All but crammed in my room, I listen to the stormas it slowly but surely took the lives it desperately soughtA love it perhaps once felt but now too late to showas it slowly but surely takes away their souls..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1226044/</link>
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			<title>Lacrimosa</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Lacrimosa, a dying wail,which filled the earth with its mighty hail.It came from the northIt came from the south.But when it arrived, it came without doubt.It killed and it maimed and many, feigned,all the while seeking to kill he one who would reign.It came slowly, it came late.But never once..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1226025/</link>
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			<title>True Love</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What is love? They say,&amp;nbsp; It neither eats nor breaths;&amp;nbsp; so what use is it to me.&amp;nbsp; What is love ? They cry,&amp;nbsp; It feels no pain nor rage&amp;nbsp; So what use is it to me.We followed the waves, we followed the skybut never once did love survive,a&amp;nbsp;waste less&amp;nbsp;feeling,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1225439/</link>
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			<title>A faerytale</title>
			<description> Something I learned along the way</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avalonya_Minx/1224118/</link>
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