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		<description>The original writings of author anna</description>
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			<title>xznm</title>
			<description>Sometimes I realize,That everything is real,Now, I do know that things are real,But I do not know,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1323671/</link>
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			<title>bdmcs,BVZ Ns,d</title>
			<description>Take the stage with your heart in your hands.&amp;nbsp;Show that you have one and flaunt the fact.&amp;nbsp;Flow with the rhythm of it's beat,&amp;nbsp;it's the truest form of music there is.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1306383/</link>
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			<title>White- Story Version</title>
			<description>Short story based off my poem White. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1296531/</link>
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			<title>White</title>
			<description>3 of 365</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1295967/</link>
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			<title>when I have a daughter</title>
			<description>2 of 365</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1295868/</link>
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			<title>Orbiting</title>
			<description>1 of 365</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1295867/</link>
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			<title>Colors forced apart</title>
			<description>When I stand before youYou should learn to fear meThousands of colors, askewI toss them around like a bansheeI am duly unmatchedMy soul can create new colorsThey could be snatchedFrom the bleakness of a sand dollar.When I stand from my crouchFists bearing the red of a heartWhich I will pull out of m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1292798/</link>
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			<title>A ocean's lullaby</title>
			<description>The ocean caresses the shore,Lapping up the sand,With her reaching tendrils,Smoothing out insecurities.Peaceful current pulling in the old,&amp;nbsp;And pushing back the new,Breaking shells apart over the days,Eroding the desolate homes.Destructive in the way she crashes down,Upon a ship,Heaving herself..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1288961/</link>
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			<title>coexist</title>
			<description>Now it's out for all to see.Take a look at mine,It's almost the same,We're more alike than we thought.About a year,I've been doing this,Keeping this in,Trying to hide it.But now it's out for all to see.Take a look at mine,It's almost the same,We're more alike than we thought.Five,Six,Seven,They rack..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1288508/</link>
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			<title>Knight</title>
			<description>A figure stands,On a desolate night.He wrings his hands,A fallen Knight.He draws his sword,He has accepted.He gives his word,To all knights watching.Upon his horse,A command is given.It couldn't be worse,But his will is driven.A figure dances,In a shimmering night.Take your chances,A wandering Knigh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1287188/</link>
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			<title>Myself</title>
			<description>Simple,BoringSnow white&amp;nbsp;and ice blue.Many tell me I look like my mother,&amp;nbsp;Others say my father.Neither is who I really amI look like myself.My skin is plain,But marred with scarsOf a pastThat is long goneSimple,BoringSnow whiteAnd ice blue.My eyes are intricate,Or so they tell meSolid blue,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1286532/</link>
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			<title>A deadly night</title>
			<description>To my uncle, wherever he might be</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1286434/</link>
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			<title>nightmare</title>
			<description>LightFills my headMy sightMy feet were leadI thought I heard my nameWhispered in the morningWalking in a frameI awoke without warningThe thought of being caught,Alone and scaredI was distraughtLike a cat, teeth baredBut then, I thought I heard my nameScreamed into the nightBlowing out a flameErasing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1286388/</link>
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			<title>how I keep you alive</title>
			<description>Your breath is wind in the pages,Floating through the ages.I wrote the color of your eyes,The color of the skies.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1286003/</link>
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			<title>sentient</title>
			<description>As a sentient being,&amp;nbsp;I have the power to destroy,I can make a person crumble and break.I could use the ocean to crush you under my current.But as a sentient being,&amp;nbsp;I also have the power to create,To built monuments,With only the power of mind.It all depends on what you choose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1285948/</link>
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			<title>abnormalities.</title>
			<description>The sound of galaxies,Do you hear them cracking?I can feel the shaking of a star,Taking in its last applause.A planet descends downward,Spiraling slowly, swiftly to your eyes.Explosions, boom, boom, boom.Pieces fly in all directions.I stand on the rings of Jupiter, andWait for you to hold onto the s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1285710/</link>
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			<title>tear me apart</title>
			<description>Give me the night,Take away my light.Force stars into my heart,Make my soul start.Wake up my eyes,Take away any lies.Fake it if you have to,I'm a book overdue.Dive into my mind,Fix what once was blind.Stake your claim,Find out what I shame.Fan out my memories,Dust off your discoveries.Take the shutt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1285702/</link>
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			<title>fool's direction</title>
			<description>Don't take me seriously,Everything I do,I'm a fool in a fool's paradise.Take me down,Pull me up,Find my inner workings,Come to me,Move along,Stay on the path to my soul.Stay away,Don't come near,I don't want a heart.I want to be alone,Take everything I own,In a small knapsack.You might see me,In a c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1285643/</link>
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			<title>dysfunctional </title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1285611/</link>
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			<title>hands</title>
			<description>your pillow smells like youi dont sleep anymorei can still feel your heati remember the sunshining on your skinyour smile was largei lay upon your chestsoaking in your smelli can feel your handsi touch the stoneresting over youthe weight of realitysoon i can feel my stonei will lay close to youbut n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1285599/</link>
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			<title>Floater</title>
			<description>ca passe ou ca casseto sink or swimto fall or float&amp;nbsp;drain your heart and fill your mindmake a strokelet out your breathfly to the bottomthen sink in the airspread your armstake a bow&amp;nbsp;float to the floordive in the windthe cold water tremblesshaking like a heatwaveblood pulses through my vei..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamarston/1285598/</link>
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