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		<description>The original writings of author Jordan Haley Nadja Black</description>
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			<title>Coca Cola Baby</title>
			<description>Ocean water&amp;nbsp;Polluted sea&amp;nbsp;Where Spongebob cannot even breathe&amp;nbsp;Waterbirds flap their broken wings&amp;nbsp;Torn down and swallowing the dirty liquid&amp;nbsp;The spread of oil will never be finishedCoca cola baby&amp;nbsp;You protest with sign in hand&amp;nbsp;You walk solo&amp;nbsp;And pummel land&amp;nbsp;Yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/568372/</link>
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			<title>Strawberry Fields Forever </title>
			<description>Blood......Red......Your lips&amp;nbsp;Sweet....&amp;nbsp;Unfortunate...Your kiss&amp;nbsp;Twisted, baited&amp;nbsp;Lost within the fields&amp;nbsp;Losing our heads&amp;nbsp;Clenching our teeth&amp;nbsp;So many questions left unanswered&amp;nbsp;Loving being here&amp;nbsp;Loving staying here&amp;nbsp;Keep us underneath this starlit sky&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/567727/</link>
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			<title>Blue Bottles Beached</title>
			<description>Blue bottles&amp;nbsp;Beached wavesSalted air&amp;nbsp;And vision taintedSuddenly, my eyes are exposed&amp;nbsp;Suddenly, my nose is open&amp;nbsp;Finally i've been freed&amp;nbsp;I've let loose&amp;nbsp;And I've set fire&amp;nbsp;Love me, love me&amp;nbsp;Say that you love me&amp;nbsp;We'll set our plans&amp;nbsp;Write them on stones&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/567719/</link>
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			<title>Tasting Starlight</title>
			<description>The night calls for me&amp;nbsp;&quot; come out to play&quot;&amp;nbsp;It calls this sound out everydayPretty, pretty neon lights&amp;nbsp;Attract my eyes and shine starlight&amp;nbsp;I'm strolling down on Hollywood boulevard&amp;nbsp;Watching the cars&amp;nbsp;And living like rock stars&amp;nbsp;Talent-less wannabe&amp;nbsp;Elongated arms&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/566693/</link>
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			<title>Bite Marks</title>
			<description>Today, as i was walking homeI felt pressure against me&amp;nbsp;I couldn't hold onI faced a battleI know i would not win&amp;nbsp;Victory has eluded meOver and over again&amp;nbsp;I saw three girlsEach of them tall, decked out in designer gear&amp;nbsp;They'd bought first hand from the mall&amp;nbsp;I heard words ring ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/566318/</link>
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			<title>Burn</title>
			<description>Fire tends to melt iceWe've been told more than onceFire tends to eat us alive&amp;nbsp;We've been told before&amp;nbsp;Fire tends to attack us from the inside, and burns towards the out&amp;nbsp;Fire tends to taint porcelain&amp;nbsp;And dirty its white-out&amp;nbsp;Water is sweet&amp;nbsp;Water is silent&amp;nbsp;In all seri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/566313/</link>
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			<title>Wavin' Flag</title>
			<description>Every where you go in this place, you can hear them chanting. The roar of the vuvuzelas and the cheers of people excited. On the radio's, they are constantly playing Shakira's new song Waka Waka. They've let all the kids out on vacation for the next 5 weeks. Even if you dont have tickets to any of t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/564959/</link>
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			<title>Fire Through The Windows</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Cassadee flipped her head in every different direction, her hair flying. Francois Van Coke was leaning into the crowd, his screaming personified by the microphone he was holding to his mouth. The guitarist had a cigarette held between the holes in the nut of his guitar. The music vibrated the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/557818/</link>
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			<title>Venting</title>
			<description>The skys a deep blueLike the walls of my roomMade out of rotten wood&amp;nbsp;And a broken toothA sight for all eyes&amp;nbsp;Though made just for yours&amp;nbsp;A reality for us&amp;nbsp;That ceased even to be my own</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/557812/</link>
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			<title>Home In My Heart</title>
			<description>Laughter hung in the airTeasing at the edge of our consience&amp;nbsp;We sit next to one another&amp;nbsp;But we could be worlds apartWe're the definition of divisionFrom the minute we laid eyes&amp;nbsp;I made for you a home in my heart&amp;nbsp;It was destined to rot&amp;nbsp;I'm making a decision&amp;nbsp;To live with o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/556783/</link>
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			<title>Engines</title>
			<description>A body of work&amp;nbsp;A brand new sound&amp;nbsp;A rumble that shatters us&amp;nbsp;From underneath the groundYou are the thing that keeps me movingMy driveI need no petrol to make you moveYour not surprised by my ever changing moodYou've been there through thick and thin&amp;nbsp;You've never broken down on a ro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/556766/</link>
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			<title>Celebrity Skin</title>
			<description>I made myself a homeA hole beneath the groundI'm spinning around the room in heels&amp;nbsp;I feel i might fall downI dance to the beat of the musicI sing to the words of the songAnd hope that nobody notices&amp;nbsp;That i'm already halfway goneI'm scouring the streetsLooking to meetSomebody that can satis..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/555839/</link>
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			<title>Igloo</title>
			<description>Darryl bored his green gray eyes into the river water. The cold air swarmed around him.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/552824/</link>
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			<title>War Children</title>
			<description>Small hands&amp;nbsp;Small feet&amp;nbsp;Make they're way across the streetThe rain falls hard&amp;nbsp;And tastes so sweetAs children run with blood on they're kneesGuns in hand&amp;nbsp;They walk on foot&amp;nbsp;To see a land covered in sootWhere homes once whereAnd&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;once slept&amp;nbsp;Its now all rubb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/550711/</link>
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			<title>Antisocial</title>
			<description>Ballerina of the class&amp;nbsp;The only one who's dressed in blackOne word a dayAnd no more your knocking at your deaths doorYour quiet and your eyes are closedTo a world that i adoreHaunted by a beast of nigt&amp;nbsp;A clown of sorts who hunts for frightAt home your family laughs and plays&amp;nbsp;While you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/550703/</link>
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			<title>While You Were Gone</title>
			<description>While you were gone I started having funI ran my hands through thick hair&amp;nbsp;And waded in deep watersI laid in places unknownAnd came home with new jacketsI now know lips that taste so differentI tested powers on the other sideI climbed steep mountainsAnd danced around deep hillsI traveled another..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jordan-Nadja/550695/</link>
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			<title>Cliffs</title>
			<description>Lilly rested her hands on the pebbles below her. She could feel the wind of the mountains on her skin. She dipped her feet in the river, loving how the blues of her nailpolish and the blues of the water mixed and matched so perfectly. The water was soft and shallow, at least where she was sitting. L..</description>
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