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			<title>Do you hear the voices too?</title>
			<description>As I lay in bed &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can hear the voices in my head &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can hear the wind sneaking in through the window telling me to go outside &amp;amp; breath &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can hear the walls telling me I spend too much time inside &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My shoes are saying I walk too much back ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naat___/1507103/</link>
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			<title>On the hood, in the desert </title>
			<description>The clouds are piling on each other.Making the sky look like no otherthing that you have seen.The sun is going down&amp; it looks like the sky is going to cry.The sky looks so dark out in the desert&amp; it seems like the moon lost it&amp;rsquo;s luster.Leaning back on the hood of thatblack 19..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naat___/1482653/</link>
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			<title>Everyday</title>
			<description>The way that I feel lonely is the way the moon does.&amp;nbsp;It is forced to see the earth every night &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;it sees the people experiencing new&amp;nbsp;things together. Loving one another.&amp;nbsp;But the moon can't help but be happy&amp;nbsp;for them even if it's miserable all on it's own.&amp;nbsp;The truth ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naat___/1479632/</link>
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			<title>I wave you goodbye </title>
			<description>Looking out into the ocean it comes to me when you would kiss me. The way you would grab my waist &amp; pull me close with a strong grip. You wanted me close to you. Bold and sure like the waves roaring you would hug me. Kissing me gentle &amp; lovingly like mother nature make ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naat___/1477234/</link>
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			<title>Don't date a girl who writes</title>
			<description>Don&amp;rsquo;t date a girl who writesTreat her like a flowerbut be carefulThis flower has thornsShe will want to go out for dinnerbut she prefers to stay at home Cuddle with herbut she thinks of the feelings she can interpret in a poem Her whole world revolvesaround the feelings..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/naat___/1476827/</link>
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			<title>Growing up</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I should get up,&amp;rdquo; she says.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;This bed is depressing me so more.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s the point though,&amp;rdquo; she thinks.&amp;nbsp;Feeling the need to cry,&amp;nbsp;but not being able to.&amp;nbsp;She thought growing up would be much&amp;nbsp;different. The feeling is far from the..</description>
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