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		<description>The original writings of author Kenny Alex</description>
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			<title>W***e to Saint</title>
			<description>I traveled five hours to come see you,My car ran outta gas,I missed my first bus,I missed my first train,I booked another train,Shared a cabin with a dudes who&amp;rsquo;s insane.All to be with you.As we laid in a 9 star apartment,I heard music in your heartbeat,I heard Cupid&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/2098605/</link>
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			<title>  Weak hearted </title>
			<description>An empty heart I hold firmFilled with grief it still pumps strong Tired of my addictions yet still comes alongMy empty heart although fragile yet never brokenReason why I cannot relate to the rest A weak heart paired with a Lost mindJust like a bat I am rendered blind So forgive me if ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/2024426/</link>
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			<title>My fathers dreams</title>
			<description>I had a dream once,To be a professional basketball player,I was 15 years old and the athleticism was there,Fast forward im 16 standing 6 feet two,I asked Life for chance,It didn't let me through,Educated in the game of basketball,But not knowing life at all.See the game of life is ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1963912/</link>
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			<title>Last note</title>
			<description>I used to like writingBecause it made time stopAnd now I'm tired of waiting Will the joy return? so I hopeAll emotions are goneA condition in which I can't cope Or may be I gave up to soonOr may be I just lost hopeWriting was like musicWith every poem a melodyWith ever note a sta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1956428/</link>
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			<title>True beauty</title>
			<description>My version of true beauty is different,I prefer honesty to the illusion of commitment,Beauty to me is rare almost non existent,For years I have searched daily I've been consistent,Found it I have not still now I am deliberate.My version of true beauty is infinite,I offer love that few ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1935356/</link>
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			<title>Sick and tired</title>
			<description>I am sick and tired, of everything,No peace or harmony, the earth is sinking,Fake friends, racism, ain't nothing change,Bullshit on regular but don't think I'm insane.Sick of corrupt governments, stealing from citizens,Tired of citizens, complaining about their governments,Fake a*s peo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1935228/</link>
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			<title>Paradox</title>
			<description>I would be married but I'd have no wife I would be married to a single lifeSo the thoughts presented on a deskInside Charles Bukowski's headThere is time and there are clocksBut whats more interesting is a paradoxIf this statement is true then it must be falseHere runs the English la..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1933119/</link>
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			<title>If you were mine</title>
			<description>If you were mine I would tell everyoneThat you are the only one Worthy enough to make me a happy man If you were mineI would spend time endlessly With you in all honesty To love and cherish you till infinity If you were mineI shall try to be your joy Treat you like a queen ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1931365/</link>
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			<title>The torture of thought </title>
			<description>My thoughts haunt meIn the darkest nightThey give me fright&amp;nbsp;when i rest they disturb meMy future scars me&amp;nbsp;When i think it freaks meWhen i sleep its a nightmare&amp;nbsp;It gives me pain I can't bareMy life suprises meMy heart keeps pumping&amp;nbsp;At the moment i think am ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1459948/</link>
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			<title>I am special </title>
			<description>Look at my big brown eyes,And search the earth and skies,Bring your friends yet you shall not find,Many you shall see but of another kind,I am special, pure and refined.A dark skin complexion,This i got it from heaven,A tiny nose i was given,I accepted without question,I am speci..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1445409/</link>
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			<title>WHEN I BECAME A MAN</title>
			<description>Inspired by Phil Allen and Clayton Jenning</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Keneth/1444958/</link>
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