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		<description>The original writings of author Ms. Starr</description>
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			<title>anticipation</title>
			<description>i'm looking forward to kissing you.&amp;nbsp;i can hardly wait to learn the trace of your jaw,&amp;nbsp;of your lips and&amp;nbsp;the curve of your hair against the warm skin of your neckoh, i'm anticipating the touch of your fingertipsalong my hips.i'm pale of affection and i ache for the heat of your body.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/1040803/</link>
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			<title>oh, god.</title>
			<description>there's something i forgot to tell you,something i dispersed and buried deep within my heart.i tucked it&amp;nbsp;under the floorboards that creakand planted it&amp;nbsp;with the wallflowers that bloom&amp;nbsp;above your bed.&amp;nbsp;you were so beautiful.you caught me in yourbutterfly-net leggings,dripping necta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/1033757/</link>
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			<title>speak</title>
			<description>you want to ask me a question.&amp;nbsp;i can see it peering from between the cracked skin of your lips.&amp;nbsp;my heart is tapping a fast paced rhythm in anticipation,&amp;nbsp;listening with hollow interest and selfish intentions.&amp;nbsp;it's hungry for your attention, famished and bored from the consistencyo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/1029642/</link>
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			<title>flyin high</title>
			<description>just tidbits from the empty time in flight. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/1029640/</link>
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			<title>i dunno</title>
			<description>If I was worth something, it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be anything worthy ofanyone&amp;rsquo;s time.If I caught someone&amp;rsquo;s eye, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be as I am now,Atleast, I&amp;rsquo;d be easier to love. I could be a striped, black and white babydoll dress withfrayed edges and empty button holes. I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/1013289/</link>
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			<title>Sunday</title>
			<description>a recovering bulimic breaks her new years resolution on easter sunday. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/1001279/</link>
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			<title>Wings</title>
			<description>I only fell in love once. It was thrilling.&amp;nbsp;I met him for the first time in a dark room&amp;nbsp;underwater.&amp;nbsp;The walls were rippling,cigarette smoke hung in the air&amp;nbsp;like fog.His silhouette constricted my pupils,&amp;nbsp;reminding my brainthat there was more than my nerves,reminded my body to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/990140/</link>
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			<title>Forgetting</title>
			<description>i website chooses a random word to write about, this is what i produced. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/945808/</link>
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			<title>happy new year.</title>
			<description>this is private and personal. enjoy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/903316/</link>
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			<title>those who eat their food may never escape</title>
			<description>Tangles of black hair lift with a breeze that braids the smell of honeysuckle and sea shells.&amp;nbsp;Figures with veins that glow blue beneath skin made of moonlight dart between the fingers of the forest and the trees watch them with faces shown by shadow.Their roots curl and coil like toes beneath t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/830720/</link>
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			<title>how i turned into a tree.</title>
			<description>i write things in class when i have thoughts and stuff</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/830691/</link>
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			<title>Panic</title>
			<description>I lose control of my vision and then my heart panics and my lungs shrivel and my ribs collapse. my ears ring and my fingertips tingle and my toes curl then my whole body curls and i'm lying down and i'm hot hot hot in my blood in my face and my heart feels like it's ripped open wide, screaming and m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/819098/</link>
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			<title>personal</title>
			<description>there's this one person that i know, this one girl, who just makes me so complete. i feel like, when i think about her, the idea or essence or memory of her just splashes into the chasms of the constant empty voids that burrow between my organs and the stray drops bounce off my ribs so they vibrate ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/819071/</link>
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			<title>Saving Self</title>
			<description>I remember so clearly how it used to feel. I remember the tickling tingle of pain that came with dragging a sharp edge over my flesh. Everything about it evolved, but the conclusion was always the same. I just stopped being afraid. Finding the perfect angle and the perfect pressure to push down and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/799334/</link>
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			<title>Too Late For A Dream</title>
			<description>Five years later.I always knew I'd see you again. Music starts.I close my eyes.A dance floor and a mingling of familiar strangers separates us.I know you by the way your hair falls over your neck, the way you stand, your poise and a confidence that no one knows exists or not. I walk over to you, no ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/616991/</link>
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			<title>Blue Blood </title>
			<description>can you imagine?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/582368/</link>
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			<title>Today, Another Day.</title>
			<description>for the ones who's ever.. thought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/575522/</link>
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			<title>All That's Left</title>
			<description>EYES LOCKED; HANDS TOUCHING; JUST MEMORIES.this is where i tell you. this is where i explain my harsh goodbyes and desperate hellos. this is where i tell you i miss you. this is where i say all i've meant to. this is where i push back the tears and choke out everything i've kept aside. this ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/575517/</link>
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			<title>How It Ends</title>
			<description>breakupssssssss. ugh.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/575503/</link>
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			<title>Shattered</title>
			<description>......</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/575498/</link>
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			<title>Strange Similarities</title>
			<description>June 24th, 2010It's funny how much time has passed.December-January-February-March-April-May-June.1-2-3-4-5-6-7.Every month another moment in my memory of you.Memories of us.All that will ever be again.Teenage everlasting romance.I've fallen in love with this book.I think about it often but show no ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/575474/</link>
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			<title>i need help with a title :I</title>
			<description>six lives. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569692/</link>
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			<title>Drop Out</title>
			<description>just the new definition of dropping out of our 'schools'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569622/</link>
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			<title>Glance At The Time</title>
			<description>what's your thought?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569615/</link>
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			<title>Stop Judging Me</title>
			<description>for all the young ones who are caught up to the truth, and sick of getting in trouble for reality of it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569609/</link>
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			<title>Writer's Block</title>
			<description>oh, yes. the authors enemy. a silly little ode to this devil. (:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569390/</link>
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			<title>Explosion, Much?</title>
			<description>i can't even explain this. however you see it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569389/</link>
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			<title>Loss </title>
			<description>is it this way for everybody?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569380/</link>
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			<title>Is It That Simple?</title>
			<description>the reminder you don't need to be reminded of, a reminder of (painful) ....love? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569376/</link>
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			<title>Just K*** Me. </title>
			<description>the title.. funny how it could be either kiss me or kill me. ...or kick me. questions on what each stage (or whatever) means, ask, i'm happy to help you see it in your own way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569373/</link>
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			<title>Look At These Words </title>
			<description>my look on our art :D shorter than most. don't try to think about it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569369/</link>
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			<title>Sew Your Own Song</title>
			<description>...just read it? if you don't get it, you don't get it. that's okay(:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569367/</link>
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			<title>Escape Zone</title>
			<description>random jibber jabber. i bit of a laugh, ya know?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569365/</link>
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			<title>What's Our Problem?</title>
			<description>first real log; pissed due to my questioning, stubborn behavior getting me in trouble with two teachers and my mom. skill. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569364/</link>
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			<title>The Black Notebook</title>
			<description>just the prologue to The Thoughts and Theories.. to prepare for the horrors inside :P it was actually the first entry i ever made in my own personal journal that started this all off. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569363/</link>
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			<title>The Thoughts and Theories of the Not-So-Average: A Book For Teens</title>
			<description>summed up: a series of short writings that reflect the unsure, passionate, and generally unspoken side of teens. witty, tormented, pointless and not really necessary, it's a past time and a passion.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LysiiStarr/569360/</link>
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