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		<description>The original writings of author RaeStems</description>
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			<title>Beau Vide</title>
			<description>I have never felt a reason&amp;nbsp;To abandon anyone&amp;nbsp;I even walked them out&amp;nbsp;When they played their cards all wrong	I can feel the tension in your gut,&amp;nbsp;I know that you will go.&amp;nbsp;I've seen it in your spite,&amp;nbsp;Your anger,&amp;nbsp;Overflow.I don't hold anything against you&amp;nbsp;For my po..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1420204/</link>
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			<title>Journal Entry: Dreams</title>
			<description>This is a journal entry about a dream I had. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1419603/</link>
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			<title>Chivalry. </title>
			<description>I will write a poem into your soul; The pieces of your eternal ember.You will burn hot in ways unknown; I will construct you until I am slender. &amp;nbsp;I will carve each letter with your trust; Words so deep no one could fathom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tear down your walls with your own lust; Gather your thoughts..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1418697/</link>
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			<title>Kindness</title>
			<description>I hold onto the decreasing value there is in being kindBecause I've gone through being miserable&amp;nbsp;And it gives me peace of mindYou'd be surprised what I shrug off&amp;nbsp;Where in others would not refrainAnd some people cry puddles,&amp;nbsp;But my eyes are the pouring rain.&amp;nbsp;I want to feel some so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1418622/</link>
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			<title>Journal entry: Jealousy</title>
			<description>I wonder why it is that we humans get jealous over one another. I have thought very deeply about this, because jealousy is something I frequently deal with in my own mind. I have never been that crazy girlfriend, who restricts what their man should do, but I often wonder about what he is typing, and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1418075/</link>
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			<title>Money</title>
			<description>We chase the monetary&amp;nbsp;And preach about ab-ordinaryAs if they were so specialWhen life itself is artificial&amp;nbsp;Nowadays&amp;nbsp;Only when you let goAnd float freely in your dreamsOnly when you let go&amp;nbsp;Of all the THINGS that you hold closeand hold closer those who mean something&amp;nbsp;Those who..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1418068/</link>
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			<title>Panic</title>
			<description>If you find it hard to be,&amp;nbsp;Just breathe.&amp;nbsp;If you find it hard to breathe,&amp;nbsp;Just be.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1418062/</link>
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			<title>Meditation</title>
			<description>The light pings and chimes of a lullaby, ringing quietly, afar.&amp;nbsp;I hold my head down low in silence, feeling yellow, bright, it shows.&amp;nbsp;Suddenly, I hear a melody, a sense of character and riseSomething beautiful with highs and means of which I've never known.&amp;nbsp;I want to call it majesty, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1418056/</link>
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			<title>Ruins</title>
			<description>Sweating, thrashing, gasping, rolling in my sleepPainted in my dreams, a pictureOf a young girl, just fourteen.She is covered well in sheep's woolA leather bound coat, the size of three.But it isn't snowing, it is scolding,It almost feels too hot to breathe.&amp;nbsp;She is running, she is gasping&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1418049/</link>
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			<title>Confusing.. Feelings.. mamajama</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve been quiet, I&amp;rsquo;ve been fair,&amp;nbsp;Misdirecting my memories for the sake of your feelings.&amp;nbsp;But it won&amp;rsquo;t go away&amp;nbsp;I can&amp;rsquo;t stop thinking about it&amp;nbsp;And I feel like I can&amp;rsquo;t talk about it,&amp;nbsp;But I am forcing myself to.&amp;nbsp;For some sort of closure, some s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417579/</link>
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			<title>Streets</title>
			<description>A summer I spent homeless, traveling from place to place, I met a boy who I shared a few weeks with but it meant nothing, we never even kissed. It made so much sense.. but at the same time it didn't.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417577/</link>
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			<title>Yesterday</title>
			<description>It feels like it was yesterday, that I first saw you.&amp;nbsp;The cutest damn boy, I had ever seen.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to hold you, I wanted to scream.&amp;nbsp;You were so cute&amp;nbsp;And I felt so bad&amp;nbsp;No self esteem&amp;nbsp;You began to shape into this lovely person&amp;nbsp;I had never imagined seeingWho&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417569/</link>
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			<title>Tattoos</title>
			<description>One day I will be old.&amp;nbsp;All my ink a faded storyAnd I'll think back to my glory days..And to all the lonely horrid days..Where I'd cut my skin and hide my faceWith a dirty, dulling razor blade.When I didn't know the perfect taste..Of the pain, the ink, the needle lays..Thinking back, I will neve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417567/</link>
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			<title>For my love</title>
			<description>I just can&amp;rsquo;t explain enough&amp;nbsp;How intriguing it is&amp;nbsp;To love you soIt&amp;rsquo;s this desire&amp;nbsp;Deep within me&amp;nbsp;To hold you close&amp;nbsp;And keep you safe&amp;nbsp;Away from all the dangerAway from all the weightIt&amp;rsquo;s feeling your heart&amp;nbsp;When it is aching&amp;nbsp;Though you speak no w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417566/</link>
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			<title>Broken Home</title>
			<description>I've cried for you.&amp;nbsp;I pray for you.&amp;nbsp;Are you really worth all this?&amp;nbsp;Said I'd die for you.&amp;nbsp;I'd wait for you.&amp;nbsp;My love is what i'd give.&amp;nbsp;I've tried to stay awake for you&amp;nbsp;But I fall back fast asleepThere is only so much one can do&amp;nbsp;When you're only just thirteen&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417564/</link>
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			<title>You.</title>
			<description>This poem describes the calm, nurturing feelings that took over me when I realized that my once lover needed my help and not just my love. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417554/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I knew my ex and I were going to separate. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417540/</link>
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			<title>Unreal</title>
			<description>In a manic state, I wrote this describing how I lose myself to bipolar disorder and I'm always walking on egg shells trying to keep my mind straight and hold it all together. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1417534/</link>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>This is a story I wrote a while back about dreams and where I grew up. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1411690/</link>
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			<title>Steve Jobs' Commencement Speech Analysis </title>
			<description>This is a speech analysis over a commencement speech that Steve Jobs gave to a graduated collegiate class. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1411154/</link>
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			<title>Enlightenment</title>
			<description>This poem signifies my own enlightenment and how I want to share it with others.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1411152/</link>
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			<title>Standards</title>
			<description>I wrote this shortly after I was expelled from a school for missing 48 days of school even though half of those days were excused. I had a 3.1 GPA, which is more than some that attended every day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1411150/</link>
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			<title>Ego</title>
			<description>I wish my wings were valiant, but now they are corrosive.&amp;nbsp;I miss when things were simple, but now they are explosive.I long for distant memories, of a day that weren't a burden.&amp;nbsp;When my bones sprang, and jolted, it seems now they're only hurting.&amp;nbsp;My ego's taking overcan't help but sni..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raestems/1411147/</link>
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