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		<description>The original writings of author ARuth</description>
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			<title>The Problem Is That</title>
			<description>The problem is thatI think of you.of your eyes.of your smile.In the busiest hoursand the idlest momentsof my dayI think ofwhat you doand where you&amp;rsquo;re atand who you&amp;rsquo;re with.I think of you.The problem is thatI care for youwhen I see the worldtumble downand your handsfull of scratchesand br..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1405563/</link>
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			<title>I liked you...</title>
			<description>i liked you..to the point&amp;nbsp;where I&amp;nbsp;would have gladly&amp;nbsp;taken the y in &amp;ldquo;your&quot; dance floor&amp;nbsp;and make it &quot;our&quot; dance floor.And then I&amp;rsquo;d bet&amp;nbsp;that my awkward dancing&amp;nbsp;will always be better than yours.&amp;nbsp;You&amp;rsquo;d disagree.&amp;nbsp;You always do.&amp;nbsp;But you&amp;rsquo;l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1386797/</link>
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			<title>my knock knock occasional friend</title>
			<description>&quot;knock knockhello?&quot;Is it real? Could it be?Naaah, I don't think so.But just maybe.Never mind.&quot;knock knockhello?&quot;There it goes again.It's too soon.Maybe it's time.No, trust me. It'll go away.&quot;knock knockhello?&quot;And so it goes.I let you inTake a seatBe my guestAnd so it wentyouand metogetherin our owns..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1386793/</link>
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			<title>Dear Romeo Montague</title>
			<description>a love letter for Romeo Montague </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1311904/</link>
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			<title>Do Stars Ever Get Tired?</title>
			<description>in my sense, does a heart ever get tired?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1311890/</link>
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			<title>My Favorite Memory</title>
			<description>the air was coldfreezing as icebut the smirkthat smileplastered on yourinnocent facewas more than enoughto keep usto keep mewarm.Do you rememberhow franticannoyedmadI seemed that night?You were wearing whiteand you radiated the entire placeoccupied the whole roomwith nothing but your sweetsweetsmile..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1311887/</link>
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			<title>Unfriend</title>
			<description>it seemed unfairto unfriend you.&quot;Who was Ito build a wall so high,high enough to make you realizeI have no more words for you.&quot;People pin mewith stares sharp as knives.&quot;Who was Ito break suchloving heart,to come and golike a thief in the nightwrecking havoc's&amp;nbsp; of your innocent heart.&quot;&quot;No&quot;, I te..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1311883/</link>
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			<title>asdfghjkl &gt;</title>
			<description>Once upon a nightAs I rode on my dreamsrocketing meto the moonand to the million little stars,I noticed a flickerand something familiarsitting across myself.I wanted to call itwhatever it wasshout out it's name.But I had no voiceAnd I could notspit out the lettersthat hung in the tip of my tongueY-O..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1289107/</link>
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			<title>Hands</title>
			<description>If there is one thingI would gamblefor the world to do,It would be the pleasure and honor of holding your hands.I know they are toughI know they are strongI also know which handsthey comfortably belong.I have memorizedeach wrinklethe scars on your palmthe calloused onesyet, I do not hesitateto fill ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1289092/</link>
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			<title>This Christmas</title>
			<description>This Christmas&amp;nbsp; I will not give you watches nor clocks,&amp;nbsp; Instead, I'll give you &amp;nbsp; each tick and every tock&amp;nbsp; of my time.&amp;nbsp; Time for us to spend together&amp;nbsp; Time for us to be with each other&amp;nbsp; Time- unlike a watch, you can't wrap it&amp;nbsp; on boxes of cardboard &amp;nbsp; For..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1286174/</link>
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			<title>White</title>
			<description>i lived 8 years of my childhood in the place that Typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda wrecked and destroyed. I lost a childhood friend and my uncle. Until now, writing is the only means of expressing what i feel. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1276232/</link>
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			<title>Untouchable</title>
			<description>There are things in life that are truly out of our reach</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1274900/</link>
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			<title>The Carousel Ride</title>
			<description>When life was still full ofcotton candies and blue skiesI've had always longedto grasp the momentof a joyous carousel ride.I want to put into wordsthe emotions on that one afternoonwhen the heavens and the universeeventually conspired and gave me that one golden ticket.Sitting on..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1274647/</link>
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			<title>Blue Folded Letter</title>
			<description>I gave it my all, he gave me a blue folded letter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1271637/</link>
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			<title>Lines</title>
			<description>There are lines that go togetherBut never meetThere are also lines that meetBut are forever separated then.There are lines that lie down,There are lines that stand upThere are short ones and long onesCrooked ones, Straight onesLines that go slantand lines that are zigzagbut there are lines that defi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1270732/</link>
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			<title>Seven Years Have Passed</title>
			<description>&quot;have you ever done something, and thought about it for seven years?&quot; Yes, I had.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1270723/</link>
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			<title>Piano</title>
			<description>to the lady who introduced me to such instrument and all life lessons attached to it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1270722/</link>
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			<title>Emerald Eyes</title>
			<description>I once saw eyesthat were greenerThan the pasturesin my dreams.T'was eyes that were deepLike the vast wide oceanengulfing you to a bottomless pitOf selfishness, insecurityand raging hate.Choking you until you breathe Your very own deathT'was eyes that deceived like the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1260697/</link>
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			<title>Lining my Lesson Plan Paper</title>
			<description>i'm a college student taking up education and in making lesson plans, yeah we still do the lining part. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1257034/</link>
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			<title>Somewhere</title>
			<description>Can someone take me to that &quot;somewhere&quot;?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1257033/</link>
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			<title>I Dealt with Sally Stitch One Night</title>
			<description>i was dreaming of something i dreaded. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1257005/</link>
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			<title>SAMone like you</title>
			<description>you see this guy and he's all you think of as weeks go by. His voice, his smile, his eyes. It feels like you know him ever since but unfortunately, his name is the only thing you know about him. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1256949/</link>
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			<title>My pen</title>
			<description>my pen is my best friend ever since. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1256465/</link>
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			<title>Bandage</title>
			<description>Let me be your bandage&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i will cover you up&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and never let the scars show.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Just let me heal you.Let me be your bandage&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i will lessen your pain&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mask up all your tears.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just let me heal you.Let me be y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARuth/1256457/</link>
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