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			<title>Two: The seasons change and so does my schedule</title>
			<description>Tomorrow marks the end of this worn out summer and marks the beginning of a new school year. Thank the almighty (possibly imaginary) lord. Summer's great and all, if you don't mind not being scheduled. Everything is unpredictable, and when things are unpredictable, bad things happen.	But tomorrow ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/platypoussey/1391636/</link>
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			<title>One: The bonfire's warm but my feelings towards these people aren't</title>
			<description>(swear warning)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/platypoussey/1390656/</link>
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			<title>Faking Glory</title>
			<description>Benjamin &quot;Ben&quot; Lancour is your typical teenage boy, who just happens to be aromantic and asexual. In a world that doesn't understand, and a high school that doesn't care, how will he survive?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/platypoussey/1390640/</link>
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			<title>Erasure</title>
			<description>I got sick of being told that people, including myself, have identities that don't exist, so I wrote a poem to express my  feelings (plus the lgbtqia+ genre is called gay &amp; lesbian on here)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/platypoussey/1390610/</link>
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			<title>When it Storms</title>
			<description>The cold air touches my face&amp;nbsp;And wraps around me&amp;nbsp;Like a hug from an old friendI can smell the coming rainIts familiar scent comforts meAnd when it finally shows its face&amp;nbsp;With aDrip&amp;nbsp;DropPlopI dare not leave nowThe perfect weather for my sweaterI heat the sky roarAs its electric wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/platypoussey/1390233/</link>
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			<title>The Beat</title>
			<description>this is about coping with my problems</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/platypoussey/1390220/</link>
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			<title>The answer to my question</title>
			<description>originally on my tumblr, this is a creepyish story I  wrote a while ago</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/platypoussey/1390051/</link>
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			<title>Imperfection</title>
			<description>You see, I'm not &quot;classically pretty&quot;I've got chubby cheeks with asymmetrical dimplesI do not have big beautiful doe eyesIn fact, mine are pretty smallAnd I'm not most people's definition of skinnyI've got a gap in my teethAnd a nose big enough to land a plane onA pinky finger that sticks upAnd a cr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/platypoussey/1389704/</link>
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