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		<description>The original writings of author Lady Decaf</description>
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			<title>Describe the Colors Without Using Their Names</title>
			<description>RED: It's the color of his lips right before they meet yours. It's the color of his cheeks when he is breathless from laughter.  It's the color of the first flower he ever gave you.ORANGE: It's the color of the sunrise,  the one he pulled you from your dreams to witness. It's the color of the fi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1558375/</link>
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			<title>A Love Worth The Trouble</title>
			<description>To show that distance is a minor hurdle in love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1517415/</link>
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			<title>Hey, Superman</title>
			<description>Superman is falling down and all I can do is watchHe won't open his eyes, and he's deaf to my screamsThe strong arms that held me seem limp to my touchHe's fighting a villain much stronger than any beforeWhy can't he see, doesn't he know?I'm right here beside him as he doubts and he worriesConstantl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1439742/</link>
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			<title>Sweet Dreams Are Made of These</title>
			<description>In honor of the Halloween spirit, I tried my hand at being demented...it's a lot more fun than they make it sound. Enjoy, my loves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1424282/</link>
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			<title>It's So Dark In Here</title>
			<description>Underneath the ground, you can't see the light,You can't feel the sunshine, even if it is burning bright,You can't see the stars, not when you're below,You can't watch them sparkle or admire their soft glow.You can't be with your friends as they cry through the night,Wondering why you did ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1413219/</link>
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			<title>What Is Love?</title>
			<description>Just a midnight rambling</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1408114/</link>
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			<title>Breaking The Past</title>
			<description>For him</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1408110/</link>
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			<title>To My Sister, From Your Sister</title>
			<description>This poem was written by my best friend, Stephan. I thought I would share his story. To all those who are members/supporters of LGBT...I love you. &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1301187/</link>
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			<title>Lucid Dream</title>
			<description>This bed is big enought to host two,But I sleep in it alone wishing my pillow were you,The night is cold without your arms around me,And I wish these nightmares would just let me be,I wish you were near to sing me to sleep,Have me count your kisses instead of counting sheep,I dream of yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1296123/</link>
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			<title>The Playground</title>
			<description>If you drive on Midway Boulevard...and take a left on Hewitt,A vast open playground in the middle does sit,I spent my summers as a girl wading in the creek,But now its crystal waters have grown murky and bleak,I used to swing on the swing over there,The wind rushing through my hair,Now t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1290630/</link>
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			<title>Dear Santa,</title>
			<description>My Christmas Letter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1281950/</link>
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			<title>Do Me A Favor?</title>
			<description>First clo-lab poem I've done. This was written between me and an ex-gf ofmine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1281922/</link>
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			<title>Grandfather Gill</title>
			<description>This is dedicated to a man who treated me as his own, though not a drop of my blood carries his genes. Rest In Paradise, Grandpa Gill.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1280357/</link>
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			<title>A Poet, My Love</title>
			<description>Just a poem about a boy...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1279810/</link>
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			<title>The One They Call &quot;Her&quot;</title>
			<description>Just my introduction...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/That1PianoChick/1279783/</link>
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