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		<description>The original writings of author Aphinion</description>
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			<title>Loss</title>
			<description>Just a little poem from a few years ago that was written while I was bored and probably should have been paying attention in class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/2353102/</link>
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			<title>F**k Rhyming </title>
			<description>I showed my brother a poem I wrote once, and he responded with &quot;but it doesn't rhyme?&quot; 

So naturally I wrote this in response.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/2000049/</link>
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			<title>Red Rover</title>
			<description>I have no explanation for this except that I'm a little concerned with myself. Only a little though. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1852645/</link>
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			<title>Paths</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote in high school about not knowing what I wanted to do with my life and being afraid of ending up in a job/career that I didn't love and being unable to change my mind. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1806313/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote back when I was depressed. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1719314/</link>
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			<title>Flowers</title>
			<description>A sonnet I wrote about love, flowers, and how people killing flowers doesn't strike me as romantic. I had to write an accompanying narrative about this poem, which I might publish later.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1719312/</link>
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			<title>Theme For English B</title>
			<description>In 11th grade I had to write a poem about myself, so I wrote this. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1719309/</link>
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			<title>Now</title>
			<description>Thought is a weird thing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1364077/</link>
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			<title>Sleep Deprivation</title>
			<description>I wrote this after a few days of extreme sleep deprivation...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1364071/</link>
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			<title>How to NOT Save a Life</title>
			<description>When Noah is forced to save a man's life, he quickly learns that he is not quite equipped for the task...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1362306/</link>
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			<title>A Special Encounter</title>
			<description>When Lauren makes the seemingly unwise decision to walk through an alleyway alone at night, events take an interesting turn as she encounters agents from the very corporation she's been avoiding.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphinion/1361181/</link>
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