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			<title>Plastic Stars</title>
			<description>wraughten clams</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1905784/</link>
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			<title>I'll die :)</title>
			<description>hm</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1905782/</link>
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			<title>Orange and a Lamb</title>
			<description>orange anda  lamb</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1905781/</link>
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			<title>The Wandering Willow</title>
			<description>I wander why she wondered.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1798642/</link>
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			<title>The angel: i dont believe i deserve heaven</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t believe I deserve in heavenThe way you talked about itI won&amp;rsquo;t believe I deserve in heavenI know I should not doubt it&amp;nbsp;An angel rose and fell todayShe changed all that I knewAn angel chose to fall todayFrom graying sky..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1784383/</link>
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			<title>Hermes</title>
			<description>the messenger</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1783676/</link>
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			<title>The journey of the morning song</title>
			<description>birds and trees</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1780576/</link>
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			<title>not Un thought</title>
			<description>dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1746054/</link>
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			<title>Beneath the Broken Stones</title>
			<description>god is</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1746034/</link>
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			<title>don't let them teach you; don't teach yourself</title>
			<description>uncover your teeth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1731766/</link>
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			<title>To Fall</title>
			<description>to fall</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1729760/</link>
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			<title>Dark is the Man</title>
			<description>a boy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1727289/</link>
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			<title>and to be used.</title>
			<description>fun&amp;nbsp;and fleetingdesperate&amp;nbsp;and exhaustingcoming&amp;nbsp;and goingas is their won't.what life.to be so free.beholden to noneyet&amp;nbsp;used by all.who or what uses whom or which</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1487256/</link>
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			<title>The King and I.</title>
			<description>Why when a manspeaks outwardly towardshimselfdoes he then become aman unworthy of trust.This man does what&amp;nbsp;everyoneelse does naturally inside their head, but aloud.Isn&amp;rsquo;t it supposed that&amp;nbsp;articulating a thought&amp;nbsp;better helps to&amp;nbsp;understa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1486766/</link>
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			<title>People.</title>
			<description>peopleWe fight one anotherfor what we know to be righteousUsing fabricated reasonings to reinforce outdated ideals.Denouncing all of those who have had something else to say.&amp;nbsp;They cannot fathom the nuancesof another being.&amp;#2013266048;&quot;&amp;#2013266048;&quot;&amp;#2013266048;&quot;-..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1485744/</link>
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			<title>the fly</title>
			<description>i walk in&amp;nbsp;look at myself&amp;nbsp;in the mirror i grab a slice of paperto put the seat down andi seethis flyso i pushed him into the welland sat down on himi thought..Hmmmmaybe it is wrong&amp;nbsp;to treat a creature sothen i figuredWelllife is tough..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1485639/</link>
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			<title>The curse of us Gods.</title>
			<description>why this mind of mine i s cursedi know not how or whyfor it follows rhythm unbeknownst&amp;nbsp;to you or even iit forces me to roam this place with a&amp;nbsp;troubled mind, unfettered.And yet..tis such a beautiful beat.The music sings softly when i wish to read my thoughts...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1484505/</link>
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			<title>a dream he might've had</title>
			<description>fall down</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1466949/</link>
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			<title>Epic of what may be</title>
			<description>hark,&amp;nbsp;Heaven and hell.Souls benevolent and maliciousThe time has come to put aside.Come forth denizensCome forth saints and soldierOur common foes ariseEnemy of the cosmosHarbinger of the unknownThe last war will not be deniedLine the ramparts of Everes..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1459780/</link>
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			<title>Each Day</title>
			<description>I wake up&amp;nbsp;Oppressed by the undressing sun.Asking to be free from this monotony of thoughtHoping to be brought forth to the reality that isn&amp;rsquo;t.let me feel what that has not beenand taste the fruit of the everlasting surreal.strong words are weakened by the too few..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssaimeri/1457400/</link>
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