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			<title>I Have Jesus In My Pocket</title>
			<description>I have an acquaintance in my pocket&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;ve known him since I was smallThrough the thick and the thinHe&amp;rsquo;s been with me through it allI have a friend in my pocket&amp;hellip;He&amp;rsquo;s a big guy with an even bigger heartHe&amp;rsquo;s always there with meEven if my world was falling apartI h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovelife/573192/</link>
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			<title>Anticipation</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I unconsciously fiddled with the loose string on my jacket. I had never noticed it until that moment. It was a small thread; barely noticeable from its place right next to the zipper. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Are you okay?&amp;rdquo; I jumped at the voice next to me. I gave him an en..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovelife/569374/</link>
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			<title>Chalkdust</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s starting again. The sleepless nights, meandering up and down the chutes and ladders, going back three spaces and losing myself only to turn around and realize that I am back where I needed to be. Hop scotching down the tiles of brightly lit gumdrops, coming to a s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovelife/569356/</link>
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			<title>Rings and Strings</title>
			<description>Love isn't shown in the material possessions that you are given, but, instead, in the memories and happiness that you create together.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovelife/569345/</link>
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			<title>Dependence</title>
			<description>You taste like a morning routine of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Coffee and cigarettes.A bitter addiction that makes seconds&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; Seem like eternity.I watch you lie there, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovelife/569320/</link>
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			<title>Confessional</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Forgive me Father for I have sinned.&amp;rdquo;I plead for release as you &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; &quot;Beg for forgiveness.I lay at night with a bible under my pillow&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; &quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovelife/569317/</link>
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			<title>For You</title>
			<description>1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I picture us &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Frolicking In a field of satin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bed sheets.A twisting of limbs&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That even a&amp;nbsp; Tree could be&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Envious of.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovelife/569310/</link>
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			<title>Cross My Heart</title>
			<description>You are a childhood memory ofHoneysuckle and oranges that IHad long since forgotten until I saw your reflection in my mind.A warm nostalgia swirls throughMe and I take your hand willinglyWanting nothing more than to goBack to when we had been one. I cry on your shoulder and youListen to me with comf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mylovelife/569304/</link>
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