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			<title>I made you some wings from strings</title>
			<description>My good friend challenged me to write a poem in ten minutes with the prompt being &quot;embroidered wings&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/2164543/</link>
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			<title>Peach Blossoms and Bricked walls </title>
			<description>I wrote this piece about my grandmother who passed away due to Leukemia in November last year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/2032418/</link>
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			<title>Rejection</title>
			<description>Ive recently been rejected from a job for what feels like the 1000th time this year. So, I am writing this, to make me I guess feel better. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1565524/</link>
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			<title>You, Me, We, Us, and Ours</title>
			<description>Just a little bit of a lame thing. Don't mind me...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1548438/</link>
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			<title>SINCE WHEN DID THE TARDIS HAVE A SWIMMING POOL</title>
			<description>This is a fan fiction of Doctor Who and this anime that my friends and I watch called Splash Free - its basically an anime about boys who like to swim and there is a lot of implied gay-ness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1459120/</link>
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			<title>Creativity </title>
			<description>This is something I wrote when I had writers block. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1412916/</link>
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			<title>Age is a funny thing</title>
			<description>&quot;Chloe!!&quot; I remember my father yelling out from the entrance of my front door.I'm running as fast as my small, 7 year old, hairy legs would let me go.&quot;Commiingg!!&quot; I yell,&amp;nbsp;as I huff and puff.I remember thinking about how unfit I was. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Chloe&quot; my father yells, sounding angrier.&quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1398865/</link>
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			<title>Collections</title>
			<description>Your hand falls on my pale flesh with a force so great. A yelp escapes me and you snarl, as a wolf would at a hunter. The glint in your eyes screams evil and the look on your twisted face; murderous. You draw the knife high over your balding head and thrust the stainless steel point into my flesh, I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1397868/</link>
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			<title>Tonights not the night</title>
			<description>dont die tonight, just stay one more night.Hold on tight, dont turn off that light,please hold on with all of your might.&amp;nbsp;I know its hard, and i know youre sad,but please dont go and drive me mad.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Why did he do it, oh why oh why&quot; theyll cry,and im the only one wholl know w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1395340/</link>
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			<title>The Beast of the night </title>
			<description>Just some ramblings</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1394272/</link>
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			<title>The Voodoo Doll</title>
			<description>The voodoo doll sits, smiling its woollen smile.Staring at you with its button eyes.&amp;nbsp; Stabbed too many times with the metal pin. The voodoo doll representing a certain person in your life. Stabbed in places, a bit of stuffing missing. The voodoo doll has been through lots. Anger and sadness, fr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1394271/</link>
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			<title>Anerexia </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;My name is Anita and um, I&amp;rsquo;m anorexic.&amp;rdquo; I said laying my eyes on the floor self-consciously. My group therapist looked at me and said in a soft voice &amp;ldquo;And what events led you to become Anorexic Anita?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Well, it started two years ago&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;~2 Years Ago~T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1393802/</link>
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			<title>What was this called again?</title>
			<description>This had to be about how science progressed the human race either negatively and possitivley and I chose to do both, postive and negative.. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1387919/</link>
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			<title>A childs imagination</title>
			<description>He sat at his window sill, all alone, with no one to talk to. He sat at the window sill and drew all of the plants he could see out the window. &amp;nbsp;He then coloured in the drawing once he had finished. He liked to draw, it made him happy, but his dad didnt like his drawings - he thought that t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1372784/</link>
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			<title>Let Me Go</title>
			<description>You expect me to act like an adult but treat me like a child.How am I supposed to know if I can survive when left to my own devices, how will I know if I can handle having responsibilities if all you do is hold me back?How will I know if I can 'achieve anything' if you don't let me do anything, beca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1371215/</link>
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			<title>When the Stars disappeared</title>
			<description>This is kind of a Doctor Who fan fiction, to those you share my love for the wonderful BBC Series... It was a gift to my boyfriends mum, because I knew she liked to read and loved Doctor Who :3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1368436/</link>
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			<title>My Reflection and I </title>
			<description>This is one of my old english assignments from grade 11. Its about this girl, who is mentally, not ok... I had alot of fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading this :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dow1997/1357089/</link>
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