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			<title>We, the roses</title>
			<description>A ten minute stage play; a little abstract. Still a work in progress :)
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1374795/</link>
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			<title>When I saw you die</title>
			<description>Hmm... just a poem I found that I wrote last month. Thought I would share it, though it is a little rough.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1331638/</link>
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			<title>I Keep It With Me</title>
			<description>IKeep It With MeThe grass is green,and the stag tree sways-just a little-in the breeze.It drops its fruit and we watch it rot,upon the ground,but- oh well.The house-Oh, I remember it!-was red, red likea barn;shrouded by thespider bushesan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1320631/</link>
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			<title>Roads of Childhood</title>
			<description>Roadsof ChildhoodI realizedI don&amp;rsquo;t see the faces anymore,the facesin the cars,the oneswith the bright, winking eyes,theelongated smile just above the wheels.How longhas it been?&amp;nbsp;When I wasyoung,I saw amoon that chased me wherever Iwent..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1320621/</link>
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			<title>The Pumpkin</title>
			<description>ThePumpkinI am the pumpkin,birthed and tiedto my origin,till I am ripped from it,by you grappling, greedy hands.&amp;ldquo;Tradition,&amp;rdquo; you say.&amp;nbsp;I am the pumpkin.Blank and awaiting life&amp;rsquo;s creativity,then you sink your knifein&amp;hellip;i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1320619/</link>
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			<title>Who are we?</title>
			<description>One of the poem's I wrote for my class's choice poetry collection</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1320618/</link>
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			<title>Wanderlust</title>
			<description>WanderlustWalking here and there,ambling blindly, Ineed something, someone&amp;hellip;denied I am of this pleasure, though;euphoria from a kiss long gone,Remembrance like a mirror in my pocket, Ilong, now, to be found;undressed desires: I am bareso I wander, I crave..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1314043/</link>
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			<title>The Knight</title>
			<description>This is a transformation poem where a worker transforms into his/her instrument</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1309802/</link>
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			<title>Without</title>
			<description>This a collage poem for my creative writing class. It is a combination of a news article, a memory, and a description of nature. The pieces from the article are, for the most part, directly taken.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1307724/</link>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>brief journal prompt</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rylan-l/1305487/</link>
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