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			<title>Married Man </title>
			<description>A letter to my past self. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Breannajust/1495178/</link>
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			<title>Saved Prayer</title>
			<description>I'm saving this prayerstashing my hope away&amp;nbsp;in a safe place&amp;nbsp;between blessed and desperation&amp;nbsp;I'm saving this prayerfearing that if I use it&amp;nbsp;at the wrong time&amp;nbsp;it will fall upon&amp;nbsp;deaf earsI'm saving this prayerfor a time Lord&amp;nbsp;when I know you're listening&amp;nbsp;because, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Breannajust/1318026/</link>
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			<title>Small </title>
			<description>You walk into a room&amp;nbsp;Demanding eyessearching seas of faces&amp;nbsp;for returned smiles&amp;nbsp;stopping briefly to connect&amp;nbsp;your feet&amp;nbsp;to the ground&amp;nbsp;making sure that you&amp;nbsp;are indeed flattening&amp;nbsp;the air that separates you&amp;nbsp;from us&amp;nbsp;your body moves with purposenever fumblin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Breannajust/1304662/</link>
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			<title>Ugly girl </title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Breannajust/1262735/</link>
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			<title>The Beast Under My Pillow: Adulthood</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My words have not been expressed since I've found myself in limbo. Dangling between adolescence and womanhood. My words have been locked away. expression is for the young and the dreamers. Words of optimism are only meant to leave the lips of those whose haven't been kissed by cynicism and wor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Breannajust/1260631/</link>
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			<title>Butterfly</title>
			<description>I wrote him this poem after he asked me to marry
him. </description>
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