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			<title>Being A Loser</title>
			<description>I'm a loser around people,I'm a loser without a voice.I'm a loser without decision,I'm a loser of my own choice.I'm not loved by many,And my talents are long gone.I'm a substitute friend and lover,And I've been average since I was born.I lost my only chance,To keep the dog I got.I tend to hurt my fr..</description>
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			<title>Locked In My Mind</title>
			<description>A woman in the corner,Sat motionless on the floor.They called her my mother,But I'd never seen her before.I was taken to my home,By other unknown faces.But the rooms full of memories,Were to me just empty spaces.I woke up one morning,To a stranger not too strange.His eyes tee..</description>
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			<title>The Bee That Never Took A Bath</title>
			<description>Timcovered his face,As all the bees passed by.But they gave him funny looks,He didn't know how or why.He reached his bitter home,To find his unloving mother.She was giving all her love,To his sweet smelling brother.Tim sat alone again,Sniffing his rosy armpits.He thought of..</description>
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			<title>Heat of the Moment</title>
			<description>There was something different in the way he was around me today. A kind of intensity that his eyes had always missed. A kind of depth that his voice had always lacked. A kind of tingle that his touch had never ignited.I sat across the room from him, with my back against the wall. He was on the bed, ..</description>
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			<title>I don't care</title>
			<description>I don't care about love,Or matters of the heart.I don't care if it's the end,Or yet another start.I don't care about you,Or how fucked up you are.I don't care if you meanAll those songs on your guitar.I don't care if you hurt,I don't care if you feel,I don't care if you break..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radyellow/1333987/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>She looked out the window,At the luminous sky,Searching for the ones she'd lost,Aching for a last goodbye.She craned her neck,Urging the blue to appear.She had waited months for the sea,To unearth a home for her tears.She gazed at the portrait,She had made last night.She held..</description>
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			<title>The Twentieth</title>
			<description>Standing in the rain,Dripping from head to toe.Mourning for what I felt,Just nineteen poems ago.From belief to losing faith,From flare to loss of flame.From finding faults in you,To ruling none to blame.Tired of introspecting,Asking how or why.No the answers don&amp;rsquo;t surfa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radyellow/1332979/</link>
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			<title>Feeling Ugly</title>
			<description>Memories arefresh in mind,Of days I&amp;rsquo;d like to revisit.Days you called me beautiful,I remember every detailed bit.&amp;nbsp;Days I wentto sleepWith a smile on my face,Are long gone and replaced byA girl out of place.&amp;nbsp;My legs aretoo skinny,My arms just weird...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/radyellow/1332969/</link>
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			<title>I'm your bro or your hoe?</title>
			<description>Youtalk of video games,Of action movies and Batman.You talk about Billie Joe,And girls I cannot stand.I'm sick of being addressed,By cuss words that you throw.I'm waiting for you to see,That I'm your girl, not your bro.And of course time and then,There is love that's more..</description>
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