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		<title>Maria Elise  | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Maria Elise </description>
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			<title>Panic</title>
			<description> Something in my brain is telling me that I am doing something wrong. I have this awful sinking feeling that something bad is going to happen 24/7. Panic constantly is raging within my chest stomping through the gardens you have planted there and leaving nothing but it's imprint in the dirt. I watch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1587804/</link>
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			<title>Leaves</title>
			<description>I feel like a pile of dead, dry, leaves. I am the shedding of a tree that has gone to sleep for the winter and all that is left is the pile of pieces the tree did not need. My colors are gone and I am a single shade of brown. Children and dogs and people step on me in a passing and do not care that ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1539996/</link>
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			<title>Inadequate </title>
			<description>&quot;Inadequacy at its finest,&quot;should be a sign that is suspended around my neck for the world to see. Everyone claps as I enter, astounded by how incredibly average and empty I am. Their smiling faces hide the malicious words they would never dare say but I know they are there. I taste them upon my own..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1530877/</link>
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			<title>Stop</title>
			<description>Do you ever look at someone and for a moment the world stops turning? You feel the air catch as it enters your lungs because she has literally taken your breath away. No stimuli in or out. She has stopped time and space and she makes eye contact and you are lost. Lost in her and her everything and a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1520525/</link>
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			<title>Value</title>
			<description>There are so many better ways to tell someone they're beautiful without using that word. I find it boring and cliche and almost insulting to call you beautiful when I can liken your presence to that of the tallest sequoia in the avenue of the Giants. You stun everyone as you cross the room.  Why..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1518436/</link>
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			<title>What is it about you? </title>
			<description>What is it about you that makes me crave the feeling of words escaping from my lips in a way that would touch your soul? Is it because you love poems or because I love to write and you're a constant source of inspiration? Is it because now that I have you I can't express enough how much it thrills m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1516294/</link>
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			<title>How</title>
			<description>I understand now why life has been so crazy for me in the last year. Everything I have done and accomplished is simply a way to repress the memories and disturbia that quells inside my heart and brain. It has all been a distraction and there is nothing left to cover these feelings they boil undernea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1514413/</link>
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			<title>Distance </title>
			<description>Was the distance because of her heavy grey clouds that surrounded her or my own inability to clear up the storm and help her? I understand now why I see her grey as beautiful instead of melancholy; it no longer blocks her color and grace but instead frames her and emphasizes what she was fighting fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1514412/</link>
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			<title>I'm no poet </title>
			<description> I'm no poet but the inspiration I receive when I am around you is enough to rival the greatest and it seems as if I am always with you. It's as if the universe explains you to me as I see you in the trees and the air and the water. I find you in the tiniest beauties and in things as big as the sky...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1510263/</link>
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			<title>The Sun. </title>
			<description>The sun is behind your eyes. I look into them and I am blinded by the vibrance of your courage and tenacity. The sun is behind your eyes. As I look I can feel them burning into me and leaving a permanent impression on the valleys of my soul. The sun is behind your eyes. Your gaze brushes upon me slo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1509894/</link>
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			<title>Grey</title>
			<description>I used to associate grey with melancholy cold days with no fun and no games and now I only think of you.  I think of how grey allows your colors to shine brightly and the vivid hues draw me in like a fly to honey and I laugh lightly as all I can think of is you. I think of how grey used to make me f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariaelisee/1507059/</link>
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			<title>Fire </title>
			<description>I'm having a bad day. </description>
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