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			<title>Deserted</title>
			<description>As the sunrises, the breath of my demoralized soul is sweetly deceitful.             For my first awakening breath was comforted with sparks that flew, now  warmly sting .    Love isn&amp;rsquo;t blind as they told me, I saw clouds roll in before this storm.        Without your scent in between ..</description>
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			<title>I wait for her </title>
			<description>She waited and waited for him like a seed in frozen soil.   While he lived freely searching for what she already discovered in him.                 Her being perishing like fine wine, he was becoming more and more unsuitable for her soft touch.                   She loved him&amp;hellip;  ..</description>
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			<title>Skipping Stones</title>
			<description>  Crispy yellow orange and red leaves crunch beneath my feet.Not only is the wind blistering my skin but the grey sky is deepining my grief. This day isnt what I covet to honor but a day that I fight through. Sailing thoughts and riples of our first arguement, the laughs near the river and y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lluviahuerta/1678110/</link>
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			<title>She was love </title>
			<description>Her hands hold the memories of her forgotten future. They created art no life was worthy to comprehend. Beauty was stiched in every one of her pores, soft and sweet was her skin. As time soars, I wonder of all the smiles and laughter that she couldve experienced.  Her hands, held the definit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lluviahuerta/1673259/</link>
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			<title>Red Elephants</title>
			<description>This poem was written for someone who cant get someone out of their memory</description>
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			<title>Our song </title>
			<description>This is for someone who had a song with their loved one and after they seperated they sang it tobtheir new lover</description>
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