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			<title>Bullshit</title>
			<description>This is what Bullshit means to me, based on my current living situations and what I've witnessed lately.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raivu/706676/</link>
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			<title>Little Soldier</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote about growing up, and forgetting how to be a child and have fun. Running away from boring adult hood to go back to being a child, having fun, and finding the world fascinating.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raivu/686892/</link>
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			<title>Love LeSan</title>
			<description>I love you Blaze LeSan. We may not be together anymore, but the feeling can't escape me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raivu/558667/</link>
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			<title>The Stories I Make</title>
			<description>The story of an artist and a writer, myself. I'm not a GOOD writer by any means, but I enjoy it :) 
And this is how I feel holding onto the passion of being an artist since babyhood.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raivu/554083/</link>
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			<title>The Day She Spoke</title>
			<description>Just a reminiscence of my childhood love interest and I growing up</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raivu/552037/</link>
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