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			<title>Understanding</title>
			<description>This poem is a product of a relation that was born out of chaos and strength.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/1494748/</link>
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			<title>The Loss of Love</title>
			<description>This poem is about a breakup that was drawn out and had reached its end.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/1494747/</link>
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			<title>The Watch</title>
			<description>This is more like a short story-poem. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/779552/</link>
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			<title>Happy Farthers Day</title>
			<description>Distance grows between us like mold on bread,All the fucked up things you did and the messes up thing you said.You walk into the room and see me and you make me wish I was dead.I can't help but to feel something you're my father at least that what mymother said.No word is spoken just glare..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/779510/</link>
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			<title>How does it feel?</title>
			<description>This was painful to write.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/779507/</link>
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			<title>Sing me a song.</title>
			<description>Intimacy in the music it provides.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/779486/</link>
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			<title>My brother</title>
			<description>Dedicated to &quot;the need for help&quot; with substance abuse</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/779476/</link>
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			<title>The real me.</title>
			<description>This is a personal piece. Dedicated to everyone who sees me with eyes wide shut.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/779468/</link>
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			<title>My Conclusion.</title>
			<description>Years fold on to months - in a room full of weeks whileDays slip into minutes on a bed of seconds oh sosweetAs your definition of me fall from your heavy lazylipsI dance through your world in endless bliss.Your tongue a heavy mass of lies and sacrificeHiding childishly behind teeth sta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/779455/</link>
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			<title>Yet I am!</title>
			<description>Years fold on to months - in a room full of weeks whileDays slip into minutes on a bed of seconds oh so sweetAs your definition of me fall from your heavy lazy lipsI dance through your world in endless bliss.Your tongue a heavy mass of lies and sacrificeHiding childishly behind teeth stained with yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/779450/</link>
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			<title>My Date With Death</title>
			<description>Personification of death</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/775136/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>This is a rewrite of a previous poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/775109/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes they come back</title>
			<description>Pains of life hurt the foundation of meAnd you slipped beyond my grasp and I was left emptyLike a cup after all the liquid has been removed So where you from meAnd I from youLife seemed so hard to restartLike a car with no gas in the night constantly assaulted by the darkMeeting others..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/394496/</link>
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			<description>Why didn't I&amp;nbsp;visit my mother in the hospital?when I got the call, I wasn't stalled you've been there many times alreadyI know it sounds pettyand my life situations put me in a boxno aid came to me not even from the clocksI couldn't come see youI don't think I wanted to the quest..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/387217/</link>
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			<title>we have to break up</title>
			<description>We need to break-up &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/386712/</link>
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			<title>My date with the moon</title>
			<description>My date with the moon&amp;nbsp;Last night you waited for me in front of my house.Anticipating nothing - we went out.Your heavenly gaze fell into my eyes,I had never seen such truthI mean absolutely no lies.We moved down the busy streets that only night can provide.Out i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/386063/</link>
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			<title>All that I gave you</title>
			<description>All the things I gave you&amp;nbsp;I gave you my time that flew by and when we noticed it was gone we died,I gave you my heart and you massed produced it stuffed it with chocolatesand sold it for a dream but youreceived a nightmare.I gave you me, my insides for you to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/386062/</link>
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			<title>Missunderstood</title>
			<description>Misunderstood&amp;nbsp;Living becomes filled with strife,growing up in a world where manare not husbandsand woman are not wives.Just a polluted population of dirty things done at night.Grown-ups make things messer than a toddler in a high chairThey create the type ofdisarray th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LatoyaEvans/386060/</link>
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