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			<title>Running, Calling, Falling, Still</title>
			<description>Just a poem I wrote when I was having some trouble the other night</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/1275773/</link>
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			<title>A Touch of Life</title>
			<description>Written for a prompt: Digitalis
They are a type of flower that grows often in ground that has been disturbed or where plant life has been burned away.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/1163478/</link>
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			<title>Change vs Celexa</title>
			<description>An essay written about how the best way to treat depression isn't medication, but life changes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/1118621/</link>
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			<title>Still Me</title>
			<description>To have the face of a monster, forced to be that monster's twin.  How long until you forget where you end and the horrors begin?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/1094963/</link>
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			<title>Crystals</title>
			<description>Me and a friend of mine were talking about how there are ceratin moments in our lives that we remember with perfect clarity, where we were, what were were doing.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/1087790/</link>
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			<title>A Hero, I will never be</title>
			<description>Just popped into my head while playing Dishonored</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/1049993/</link>
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			<title>I Close My Eyes</title>
			<description>&quot;Nightmares aren't always just dreams.&quot;

Written for a horror contest on another site that asked us to write a children's type rhyme.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/1040901/</link>
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			<title>Crossroads</title>
			<description>Everyone stands at one more then once in life.  I'm at one at the moment and am so unsure of what to do.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/450205/</link>
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			<title>Used to...</title>
			<description>I used to never do thisUsed to stand tallSpit in the opposition's eyeNow I curl inProtecting my tattered heart,Exposed under my flayed skin.Used to stand tallNow I can barely crawlCurling around myselfDesperate to protect.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/378084/</link>
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			<title>The Unwanted</title>
			<description>Written after someone who supposedly 'loves me' basically told me she didn't want me in the family</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/364340/</link>
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			<title>Out Upon a Hill...</title>
			<description>Written after watching The Laramie Project.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/364339/</link>
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			<title>Lessons</title>
			<description>Important lessons come from the least likely of places...  Written while thinking of my mother who died two years ago come the 28th of September.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/317716/</link>
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			<title>Did you...?</title>
			<description>Needed to get this out...one of my emotion pieces</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/306299/</link>
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			<title>Promises, Promises</title>
			<description>They're supposed to hold so much weight...yet they're so easy to break...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/291444/</link>
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			<title>Constant</title>
			<description>Umm...just kinda came to me when I was thinking about a few things in my life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/290649/</link>
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			<title>Angels, Angels, Burning Bright</title>
			<description>~Reload~ Just came to me *shrugs*</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/285106/</link>
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			<title>Crimson Butterfly - Chris and Melissa</title>
			<description>Written for a contest on another website.  We were given the basics (there was a new disease going around called 'Crimson Butterfly' due to the rash the victim gets and we're supposed to write a story about someone that has it.  Here's my try.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/284627/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>A prologue for a story I'm currently working on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/280434/</link>
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			<title>I'm not...</title>
			<description>Not 100% sure where this came from, but it just came and I had to write it down.  I may go back and add to it or whatever later *shrugs* we'll see.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/279954/</link>
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			<title>Perfect Imperfection</title>
			<description>I get compared a lot to different people, because I'm not pretty enough, or smart enough.  But I like who I am.  I love being different.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/273488/</link>
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			<title>I Feel...</title>
			<description>Moving to a new place has been...an experience.  I've had good days and bad.  This was written after one of the bad days.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/273223/</link>
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			<title>Take the Leap</title>
			<description>~Reload~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271705/</link>
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			<title>Show Me...</title>
			<description>~Reload~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271702/</link>
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			<title>Hello Dear Friend</title>
			<description>~Reload~  The one constant companion in my life for a time</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271701/</link>
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			<title>How to Mend a Hurting Heart</title>
			<description>~Reload~ A fanfic I wrote for the musical/movie RENT.  It's Angel/Collins based.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271697/</link>
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			<title>Walking Down a Path Wellworn</title>
			<description>Walking down a path wellworn,Looking at memories forlorn,That laughter and tears adorn,Surrounding this path wellworn.In&amp;nbsp;more then one placeA blur is only left instead of many a faceOthers are gone because those I have had to eraseTo keep my sanity at an even pace.Some memories ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271694/</link>
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			<title>I wanna...</title>
			<description>~Reload~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271693/</link>
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			<title>C.A.N.C.E.R.</title>
			<description>~Reload~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271692/</link>
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			<title>Splinter in the Brain</title>
			<description>~Reload~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271690/</link>
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			<title>Following</title>
			<description>~Reload~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271689/</link>
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			<title>Gotta choose</title>
			<description>~Reload~  So hard, so easy...so confusing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271686/</link>
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			<title>What can save me?</title>
			<description>~Reload~ A choice, both appealing and difficult.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271684/</link>
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			<title>Death's Smell</title>
			<description>~Reload~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271683/</link>
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			<title>Sick of yer sh*t!</title>
			<description>Another piece I'm reloading.  Written after finding out someone I once considered a friend basically betrayed me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/271682/</link>
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			<title>Urenit ~Prologue~</title>
			<description>Devin is a teenager with a good life, but is dealing with the scars of a rough beginning.  One night she's attacked by a creature from her very nightmares.  Now thrust into a world she doesn't want to be apart of, will she survive?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/266508/</link>
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			<title>This Can't Be Happening...</title>
			<description>Written after a friend called and told me that a friend of his had been beaten to death.  I didn't really know him, but it hit me hard.  To clear this up, I wrote this as if it was myself that had died.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/266266/</link>
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			<title>My Hero</title>
			<description>Written in honor of my mother, Sheryl, who died of breast cancer back in 2006.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/266265/</link>
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			<title>Your Fault</title>
			<description>WARNING: DARK POEM
Rape is something that no one should deal with, but many women, and men, have to. In my opinion the worst are when children lose their innocence because for so long guilt eats at them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/266264/</link>
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			<title>This Seems to Be the Year For</title>
			<description>Put this up awhile ago, then it got deleted and finally found it again. Written after a particularly rough year I had</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/266263/</link>
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			<title>But I didn't chose this</title>
			<description>Written after having a bad experience when I went to the mall today</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/265916/</link>
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			<title>Fallen Angel</title>
			<description>Written for a contest.  This is my first time writting a story like this so any feedback is welcome.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/265449/</link>
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			<title>What You See...</title>
			<description>My outlook on love in 5 words</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/94372/</link>
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			<title>Never Alone in the Mirror</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When she looks at herself in the mirror, she doesn't see herself, not alone anyway. Behind her, slightly obscured by the darkness she sees two other figures standing. One is a small child with long brown hair and wide hazel eyes, sparkling and yearning for love and friendship. The other is s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/75217/</link>
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			<title>Figure/Middle/Child</title>
			<description>Struggling with one's selves can be tiresome</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/41334/</link>
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			<title>Avenue of Whispers</title>
			<description>Wrote this off a 15 min. prompt</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ciara06/41331/</link>
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