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			<title>Oddly</title>
			<description>Oddly&amp;nbsp;She admired me because I was oddly different.Different in so many different ways, yet puzzling likea Rubik&amp;rsquo;s cube she found me oddly brilliant.She witnessed me do battle in an intellectual arenaand knew that it&amp;rsquo;d be ignorant to deem me ignorant,But ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1452620/</link>
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			<title>Her School of Love</title>
			<description>Her School of Love&amp;nbsp;I arrive ate your school of love for registration,The campus is admiral,Refined and fashionable,But I desire an even more exquisite education.See, I&amp;rsquo;ve been to many schools where my soul sufferedlove deprivation,So, I pulled out my chec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1452618/</link>
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			<title>No Control</title>
			<description>No Control&amp;nbsp;My homie spotted a femalefrom afar and said, &amp;ldquo;Damn! She bad as f**k!&amp;rdquo;I replied, &amp;ldquo;Yea, Isuppose. But I can clearly see up close from afar that she has no control.In fact, the only thingthat she has control of, is your attention with her stro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1452616/</link>
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			<title>Crypt of Pain</title>
			<description>Crypt of Pain&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m unstable emotionally,Sometimes, I sit in oneroom alone and get sad uncontrollably,It feel like someone elseis controlling me.Sometime, I think I&amp;rsquo;llfeel better with some Jose Quervo and Patron in me,Or maybe I just needsomebody th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1452612/</link>
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			<title>Time Spent In Love</title>
			<description>Time Spent In LoveTime, spent searching for the one to love.Time, spent praying God will deliver someone to love you.Time, spent being with the wrong ones to love.Time, spent thanking God for finally delivering love that is true.Time, spent in love.Time, spent wondering, &quot;is this the love of my life..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1355423/</link>
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			<title>Time For Love</title>
			<description>Time for LoveWhat can time do for love?Time can fortify love in its genesis,Time can eradicate love to a conclusion,Time can deduce love to an illusion after a conclusion.- Thom</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1355404/</link>
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			<title>&quot;No One&quot;</title>
			<description>No one has ever been here.I&amp;rsquo;m always there for someone.Someone makes me no one.Inside me &amp;ldquo;No One&amp;rdquo; is born.A void.An emptiness.Dejecting.Offers of love but &amp;ldquo;No One&amp;rdquo; is rejecting.&amp;amp; if selected I often get rejected/Back at one.Dejected.&amp;ldquo;No One&amp;rdquo; is as deep a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1288873/</link>
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			<title>Love to Attraction</title>
			<description>Love is real.Attraction is mental.Love is a purchase.Attraction is a rental.Love is a diamond made of gold.Attraction is human so it grows old.Love is a dream that is often sold.Attraction is a nightmare that is commonly told.Love is what women bear to bring forth &amp; behold.Attracti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1287410/</link>
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			<title>Fucc Is Up pt.2</title>
			<description>3 oclock afta midnight I woke up next to da friend of a freak,half naked wit her head on my chest datz where her friend used to be,yea I kno right from wrong my recent decisions amuses me,feel like lately diz college life been steady abusin me,every since I became a plug mo ppl been using me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1285197/</link>
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			<title>Fucc Is Up</title>
			<description>sittin in a pool of my emotionsfeelin everything between luv &amp; fear just mentally soakin'social hassles of my life slowly fuccin up my focus broken trusts eatin away my heart like biblical locustssupressin stress behind my livin hopin' noboby noticestakin' blunts to da face like muthafucc ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1284626/</link>
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			<title>Isolated Storm</title>
			<description>Anger is me tying you down asking repeatedly why,Me using a switch blade to carve into your chest a thousand Y's.Before that slice off the lids of your eyes,I want to see you in the anguish you gave me, b***h this will be a slow demise.Dangerous it is to hurt someone wise.Forgive you? I must have tr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1280068/</link>
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			<title>Premonition</title>
			<description>Throughout the tests of time we'll compose an intuition,Giving each other 100/100 rather than 50/50,Two artists working the same canvass in coalition,Together we'll create a unique vision.U N I together in one verse,Both the good and the bad will create the chaos of our universe,And it won't work un..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1280059/</link>
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			<title>Three Birds, One Love</title>
			<description>My shattered heart is only remnants of pathetic love,But i know my heart is an aesthetic cove,At first glance I'm a crow,Second glance a raven,Third glance a dove.I feel low but my soul is blazing with a desire for love,But there's a hole in my heart where crows fly up above,Legend has it that crows..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Turk/1280055/</link>
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