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			<title>When Thoughts Collide.</title>
			<description>Free verse. Conflicted emotions. Not sure how I feel about this one. Unedited as usual.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floraleverything/1467596/</link>
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			<title>Misery.</title>
			<description>Free verse about the classic &quot;Misery Loves Company&quot; and how that is 100% true and justifiable.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floraleverything/1465029/</link>
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			<title>Fleeting.</title>
			<description>Here is a sample of my feelings about the new year. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floraleverything/1464313/</link>
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			<title>Confessions.</title>
			<description>This is internal dialogue about my feelings, what I fear could happen if I express them, and the process of trying to make my decision. Of course it's in my usual chaotic personal style.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floraleverything/1462512/</link>
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			<title>Sumus.</title>
			<description>I'm not quite sure about this one.. though I never really am. It is (shockingly) another late night free verse that this time compares humans to what we are made of, and how we should be treated.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floraleverything/1462110/</link>
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			<title>Sorry.</title>
			<description>This is a poem about my struggle with self-harm, the only person in my life that knows of it, and how that makes me want to heal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floraleverything/1460429/</link>
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			<title>Afraid.</title>
			<description>This is yet another late night messy free verse. I feel that the style becomes the oddity that is my thought process. &quot;Afraid&quot; is about a recent betrayal from someone who I thought was my friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floraleverything/1459947/</link>
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			<title>You.</title>
			<description>This is basically a mess of a free verse packed with a flurry of confused emotions about someone who quietly entered someone's life, and quickly became more than a backdrop.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floraleverything/1459500/</link>
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