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		<description>The original writings of author Jade-UH</description>
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			<title>Gazing Upon Dead Stars</title>
			<description>Random ramblings of my brain. I was too full of emotion not to write it down..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/1140818/</link>
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			<title>Lost Glances Cut Deep</title>
			<description>This is about a dream I've had on numerous occasions, my mother the star.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/1140811/</link>
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			<title>Who is That Girl?</title>
			<description>This is about the relation ship I have with a friend. We've had too many ups and downs to count, but we always come back.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/1140808/</link>
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			<title>Where We Go From Here</title>
			<description>I wear your dreams around my neck to keep my heartsafeFeeling something of you so close may be enough fortodayMissing you is heavy and tends to weigh me downThough when I think of you it is often not sadAnd when I think of the one that held my heart upbefore youIt is often ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/1140807/</link>
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			<title>Buddy</title>
			<description>It's about the death of my uncle Frank. Buddy was our name for each other, and its what I've called him for as long as I can remember.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/1140804/</link>
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			<title>His wings may be dark, but shes home.</title>
			<description>I wrote this  for my love. He brought me home.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/1005108/</link>
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			<title>&quot;I love you Daddy&quot;</title>
			<description>Sometimes I'm really good, other times I'm happy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/999649/</link>
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			<title>I Don't Miss You Anymore (I Won)</title>
			<description>Don't get sad. I only want opinions.. Yes I was a cutter, but I won and I'm better for it. It's been 2 years and 2 months or 813 if you want to compare. And I'm not bothered by them anymore.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/998134/</link>
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			<title>I Love Your Laugh (It keeps you safe and warm in my heart.)</title>
			<description>I wrote this for my Mamaw shortly after she passed. She was a great women like all grandma's are.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/998126/</link>
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			<title>The Look In Her Eyes</title>
			<description>I was madly in love with a girl. We dated, she found out that she was with child, we broke-up (she wanted the dad to be part of her daughter's life), she lost the baby, and she was never mine again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/998124/</link>
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			<title>Music Makes Me Not Be Dead</title>
			<description>The title is unoriginal. I got if from a quote and off sprang my little poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/998118/</link>
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			<title>I Want You</title>
			<description>Don't hate me cause I want to be religious.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/998115/</link>
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			<title>I Wish We Were Special</title>
			<description>This is &quot;Brain Throw-up&quot;. The song referred to is &quot;The Special Two&quot; by Missy Higgins. It really happened to me. The best friend in my Stars Poem is the girl that did this to me. I loved her once.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/998112/</link>
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			<title>Beneath</title>
			<description>the lines &quot;Beneath my skin - Lies the beast within&quot; and &quot;Beneath the stars - are tears and scars&quot; I'm pretty sure i got off a movie or something. because when i wrote it they seemed vaguely familiar. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/576267/</link>
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			<title>Stars</title>
			<description>A friend and I live on the same street. Sometimes when one of us is staying at the others, and we didn't bring clothes. We would walk slowly up or down the street doing exactly this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/576262/</link>
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			<title>My Place</title>
			<description>Sitting on my rockBeside my streamIn the middle of the woodsIs where you'll find me&amp;nbsp;This is my placeI'm here for many reasonsTo be alone, to get awayTo think and to forget&amp;nbsp;Surrounded by the treesWith leaves everywhereSometimes in my hair&amp;nbsp;My favorite season passing byLike birds..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/576258/</link>
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			<title>Insane</title>
			<description>Sitting in this room Nothing left to do Every minute passing by Just a moment in time &amp;nbsp;Losing every bitStarting to throw a fit The nurse is coming in With nothing but a grin&amp;nbsp;Something in her handWonder what she's plannedIs it for me she brings A trinket of things &amp;nbsp;A slight pin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/576251/</link>
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			<title>Defeated</title>
			<description>This is a poem that my friend wrote and had me finish because she couldn't come up with an end that she liked. It is also where I got the title and repeated line for The World Will Never Be the Same. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/576233/</link>
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			<title>The World Will Never Be the Same</title>
			<description>I originally had to write it for my English class and ended up falling in love with it. I wrote it at one in the morning on the way back from a concert.. and I'm quite impressed with myself for that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightMare_forthe/576158/</link>
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