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		<title>Amber | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Amber</description>
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			<title>Nature</title>
			<description>Unnatural </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1748129/</link>
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			<title>To Do To Day</title>
			<description>A poem of my day abstract</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1740983/</link>
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			<title>Two Cups of Tea</title>
			<description>a prose poem I wrote this morning as a reflection of this morning and the news from last night</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1690947/</link>
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			<title>Air of Swirls</title>
			<description>a poem of inspiration from old notes and writings. A poem about the art of smoke the abyss and nothing in between.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1690930/</link>
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			<title>America's Past Time </title>
			<description>Love for the game and the players of baseball</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1690192/</link>
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			<title>Embark</title>
			<description>a poem written from inspiration from a television show</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1689122/</link>
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			<title>Togetherness</title>
			<description>a poem of a couple</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1689050/</link>
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			<title>Looking back I laugh,</title>
			<description>	how can I not?We hold ourselves and our pupils to standards	-such high standards too soon, I wonder.Learn and educate yourself is what I have been told,	so why is when I sit in this progressive class-Comic Spirit- that I have already learned what he is to teach.	The ideology, the story line, the me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1688957/</link>
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			<title>Ink on a Page</title>
			<description>A poem written inspired by an older writing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1686920/</link>
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			<title>Death of a Goddess</title>
			<description>A poem from inspiration used by old notes and writings</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1682444/</link>
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			<title>Celebrate</title>
			<description>Inspired by quotes written by myself years ago</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1680329/</link>
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			<title>Tasting Cookies</title>
			<description>Delicate yet deliciousSucculent so sweetPlayful with peanutBoundless in butterCraving for cookiesFlavorful and freshBaker of bakesPlease enjoy this piece</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1679705/</link>
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			<title>Objective Charlie</title>
			<description>A boy and his love for BattleField 4 on PlayStation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1679703/</link>
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			<title>Transformation: Wine &amp; Theatre</title>
			<description>Inspiration from an old writing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1678615/</link>
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			<title>Honey Wick Lights</title>
			<description>To write today would be but a missed fortune&amp;nbsp;	It calls for focus, attention, and timeDistractions are not allowed I have too many	Silence detours my concentration television on&amp;nbsp;Imagination not stunted just placed on hold	To appreciate someone else's creationMy body aches -stiffness and pai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1678605/</link>
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			<title>Our Bed</title>
			<description>Last joint before lights out&amp;nbsp; -the comfort of a warm bedLight can not find a path&amp;nbsp; -I only imagine what the stars look like tonightLonging for something&amp;nbsp; -je ne sais que- but I search my dreams stillLying down beside you&amp;nbsp; -I fade into the nightLike a wisp of smoke&amp;nbsp; -you try ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1678593/</link>
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			<title>Typing</title>
			<description>How writing has become typing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1677877/</link>
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			<title>The Light Outside</title>
			<description>All she wanted to do was show the world she could do anything and become anybody; to feel the love and respect that should naturally come with the territory, but her dreams fell short. Some would go as far as to say she sabotaged herself, but she would never have believed it; finding it more attaina..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1664806/</link>
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			<title>Midnight Ink</title>
			<description>A cursed passion of permanent love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1664796/</link>
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			<title>The Coldness Within</title>
			<description>I shiver the air chills my bodyno amount of clothing will keep me warma blanket wont do nor will a firethe flame could never burn bright enoughHere I am the loneliness consumes medrains me into a state of emptinessMy viens run blue through my heartcirculation numbs my soulall could be well if only y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1664732/</link>
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			<title>Rays Through the Rain</title>
			<description>Coldness settles in my skin, seeps to my bones	The gloom from the house leaks into the outside worldEchoing my emotions the wind lays still	Sworn to secrecy it's silence stares back at meThe window brings only pain as I can not escape	Drenched to my soul is my reflection standing tallMy soul is trap..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1664545/</link>
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			<title>Day 3: Why?</title>
			<description>The title has haunted me since, well... forever and so I have written a story to set my nightmares free to lurk in your thoughts until it haunts your soul.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1290914/</link>
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			<title>Day 2: A Whisper in Their Kiss</title>
			<description>A story about true loves first kiss in a graveyard of empty coffins and wandering souls, a couple cursed to spend eternity without touch.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1289931/</link>
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			<title>Day 1:</title>
			<description>Kelly's first night in her new apartment is more disastrous than imagined as there is a homeowner's worst nightmare behind ever corner.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zebra/1289140/</link>
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