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		<description>The original writings of author Kaylie</description>
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			<title>The irony of Black Friday </title>
			<description>I'm disgusted with the fact that people spend an entire day being &quot;thankful&quot; but then they kill each other for material things...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1284259/</link>
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			<title>Breathless</title>
			<description>The water filled my lungsAs my arms flailedAttempting to keep afloatLike a rag dollI was tossed, turned, smashedAgainst the mossy rocksIt went dark.Continuously I triedTo grab your reaching handBut time and time againI'd slip.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1284243/</link>
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			<title>Degraded</title>
			<description>This is a very personal poem about a very real event...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282845/</link>
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			<title>Nostalgia</title>
			<description>Your presence remainsEven if your body is elsewhereEvery  trace of my sanity has left with youWon't you come back?Days upon days I mourn the loss of your touchWeep at the lack of your warm, soft bodyFlesh against flesh The perfect equationOur chemistry is not to be deniedOur fi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282827/</link>
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			<title>Shh</title>
			<description>Our scars cry louder than the loudest of criesThe blood drips to the floor, hiding the pain.We try to keep it secret, use long sleeves as disguiseWe're stuck to this addiction, a nonstop trainSoon you run out of skinYou've scarred your stomach, legs, and armsWhat is it you expect to win?The razor is..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282458/</link>
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			<title>Voices</title>
			<description>there they are againtaunting,raspy and evildo you hear them too?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282447/</link>
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			<title>Love Burns</title>
			<description>I've been working on this particular story for years. I'm not sure how to edit it to improve it. It's one of my pieces I've considered expanding on and changing the ending. Thoughts?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282446/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>*WARNING* Involves certain content which addresses eating disorders and self harm</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282444/</link>
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			<title>Insane?</title>
			<description>I stared out at the darkening sky, feeling cold all over. I sat on my porch, as I did every evening. The wind shook the trees and the eerie sound blew in my ear. I was so lost in thought that it was barely noticeable how the low temperature of the growing night sent shivers throughout my body. Crack..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282443/</link>
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			<title>Simplicity</title>
			<description>The wind is blowing fierce, strong, endlesslyI feel salty air smack me, comfortingNothing at all feels more like home to meWaves crash hard against the shore, seastars singShells are scattered on the warm beaches sandIt begins to squish between my toesI'm honored to live near such landIt's a comfort..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282442/</link>
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			<title>The end of Sunnydale</title>
			<description>My spin on what happens to the scooby gang after Anya and Spike have died and Sunnydale is no more!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282440/</link>
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			<title>Monsters </title>
			<description>Like a jagged and rusty bladeIt will infect youSorrow with a dash of mournful regretEach wave of heartbreak hits harder than beforeLike glass, once broken it will never be the sameThough you'll continue to try to put the pieces togetherAll that will come is cuts and pricks from the shards of your he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaylie96/1282437/</link>
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