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			<title>yes</title>
			<description>Time stood stillas he asked me will...one thought in my headmy answer was yes.In his arms,cared for and adoredjust one stipulation, which was gladly adorned.In just one heart's beat,everything changed.my previous beliefs,now rearranged.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1263011/</link>
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			<title>A Disapointment</title>
			<description>Everything swirling aroundmy headtoo many obligations Idread. Putting myself lastfor those I think of best.Having always been thebenefactorhelping others and playinga soldier.Locking away my troubles,my painfor others I do, thoughnothing I stand to gain.Now through on..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1262213/</link>
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			<title>A Puppet</title>
			<description>I truly believed youneeded timeconfusing thoughts thathad intertwined,needed time to becomeunwind.Truthful words you spoketo memasking innocent deceitthat was to be.I let you do your worksalthough this only beganthe hurts.A puppet, I did yourbiddingunaware you were ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1260130/</link>
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			<title>It Would Be Easy</title>
			<description>A relationship that was half in your head.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1257673/</link>
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			<title>The Perfect Love I do not have</title>
			<description>Nitid eyes bore into mine stealing thought and ground.Then, cruel sweetness is his touch,Oh how I wish I did not have this luck.Touch ever so genteel and soft,his caress quickening my heart,breathe now just a memory.Seducing honey coated voice, lacing a spell through the air...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1257660/</link>
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			<title>Not What Was</title>
			<description>this is not done yet but i needed to put it out there</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1252390/</link>
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			<title>Closer then before</title>
			<description>This all started of as a joke for a friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1252356/</link>
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			<title>In due Time</title>
			<description>Directions: read through the whole thing, then go back and read only the black words, then only the Gray.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1252353/</link>
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			<title>Caring Little, Longing Still </title>
			<description>Living the day, not caring but little.Sleep comes quietly, taking me away,claiming my soul making me yearn.The sweet touch I dream of,never to be suggested upon my lips.Wanting his touch like nothing before,my heart longing, begins to ache.Filling with emptiness now I am leftpoor,though his infl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1237466/</link>
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			<title>Coming Back to Life</title>
			<description>Waking up from a sleepless dream.never closed eyes, opening now.Feeling my footsteps, when I couldn'tbefore.slowly trickle back, the emotions thatebbed down no longer alone, now engulfed by lifesharper the images appear, the colorrevivedeyes glow bright, hopes renewedthe dark d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1237421/</link>
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			<title>Living With Scars</title>
			<description>Being set free, and still feelingchainedTheir love no longer with you, suddenlychanged.Feeling crushed by what's been leftbehind,shadows of feelings, a scar that wontever leave mind.Tears fall on the inside where no onecan seethe hole grows bigger than even me.Lonelier I get al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1237420/</link>
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			<title>The First Touch</title>
			<description>Personally this how I feel when someone I very much like kisses me for the first time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1237418/</link>
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			<title>Seeing through changing colors</title>
			<description>Liquid clear and cleanShining beautifully lightReflects clear blue night.The sky turns Gray, thenLiquid lead comes out to playThe color re-creates.The tone shifts brighterA loving gaze takes turnSea Foam green performs.All these colors seenThrough one liquid's reflect..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/May_Taylor/1237415/</link>
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			<title>My Little Glass Doll</title>
			<description>I wrote this my sophomore year of high school :) i was proud</description>
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