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			<title>~Poem</title>
			<description>Inked on the papers,that are now getting oldYou'll live in my heart foreverAnd on the tongues that aren't bored.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1422804/</link>
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			<title>Nyctophiliac</title>
			<description>He found solace in her &amp;nbsp;armsShe was his safe havenShe engulfed his heart and let his demons looseProtected his soul, dint let it dance to the melancholictunes of lifeShe loved him and he loved her backFor he was, a nyctophiliac.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1366535/</link>
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			<title>Love and Other Things</title>
			<description>Other things,they are easy to get.he said looking out for his daughter.she was just a few yards away,playing with a soiled mass of cloth.Other things? my eyes questioned him and he understood.He took out a little doll from his coat pocket and showed it to me&quot;other things&quot; he murmured as he held out ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1358314/</link>
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			<title>Amber</title>
			<description>Her lips curved when she saw the pool of blood at her feetShe looked at the stained knife which she held tightly in her handBlood dripping from its sharp edgeShe wanted to know what it feels like .. taking one's life.She wondered if it hurtHer heart began to rock unconditionally in her chest when sh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1333933/</link>
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			<title>Wanderer</title>
			<description>I'm a wanderer in this strange landnot sure which path to followwith my heart on my sleevei walk along the streets&amp;nbsp;wondering where they would lead.I'm a wanderer in this strange landcarrying a bag of sorrowsI hide beneath a masque&amp;nbsp;I am hollow.I'm a wanderer in this strange landI'll wander ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1332164/</link>
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			<title>Iridescent</title>
			<description>I try to paint a pictureIn my headA picture of an iridescent soul.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1326663/</link>
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			<title>Retain</title>
			<description>I write out of loneliness&amp;nbsp;I write out of painI write to capture the beautyThat my eyes can not retain</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1323206/</link>
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			<title>That Siste of Mine</title>
			<description>Do not listen to'em motherThey do not bear the painDo not kill her mother,She is so frailLook at her mother she's a cherub so fineBeautiful and delicateShe's a delight to the eyesDo not kill her motherThat sister of mineMy blood, my sibling , my look alikeFray for her mother..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1257465/</link>
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			<title>A letter to you</title>
			<description>I see you, every day, in the morning light. Your beautiful face glowing brighter than the sun but you seem to be different now. Your tresses gently swaying around about shoulders. How i wish i can hold you now, in a tight embrace and never let go of you, not in a million years. Now i'm empty, long..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1256522/</link>
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			<title>Last</title>
			<description>~Last~I've been through fire and rainCritisism and blametry to pull me down but i rise againShattered and broken ... I gather all the peices of my heart..I've sworn to myself i'd never fall apart.Like a phoenix,I'll rise from the ashes of my past.Till the day i last.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Minty/1256517/</link>
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