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			<title>Cold Coffee</title>
			<description>One of my personal favourites, I hope you enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1620323/</link>
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			<title>Disoriented.</title>
			<description>I hate days like these,When I'm alone with my thoughtsAnd can feel how utterly empty I amWithout the distraction of oratingTo hide my attitudeTowards going on another day.I hate days like these,When all I want to doIs curl up in a ball and cryBecause nobody knowsWho I am.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1618543/</link>
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			<title>Early Monday Morning.</title>
			<description>I like having messy hair and innocent eyesbut apparently that's wrong,so I put on my maskand venture into the mass of 'socially acceptable'just to feeleven more out of place.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1618538/</link>
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			<title>Distance.</title>
			<description>Until this moment,the sun shone so brightly.Waves now carrying the light awaywith their intricate dance;the somehow simultaneous rising and lowering of the tides.They floated away together,hand in hand,while I am left onshorewatching the one drift further and further&amp;nbsp;into my ever fading memory...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1618531/</link>
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			<title>The Dream.</title>
			<description>I think I'd like to be a traveller someday. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1617065/</link>
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			<title>I have this demeanour about me like I hate the world.</title>
			<description>Messy hair, angry eyes.People often joke about it,The way I have a constant glare and&amp;nbsp;downturned ends of my blood red lips.Uneven eyeliner, pale skin.Not caring enough about how I'm perceived&amp;nbsp;to venture into the unknown, cruel, outside atmosphere&amp;nbsp;and allow the blazing hot sun to cares..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1617058/</link>
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			<title>Lust.</title>
			<description>I don't know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1500456/</link>
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			<title>We met up for the first time after the last.</title>
			<description>You asked me when I started liking spicy food and I said I wanted my mouth to burn with something other than the taste of you.I spent a year trying to find myself and I lost it all in your goddamn eyes.You questioned about the meteor shower last night and I said I didn't watch it because I haven't b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1500015/</link>
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			<title>Phases of Lust.</title>
			<description>You came on to me like a wave, so strong at first but then slowly, you drifted back to sea.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1484753/</link>
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			<title>Drowning </title>
			<description>Does this make sense? Who knows.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1483700/</link>
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			<title>A 21 Word Story.</title>
			<description>You cause so many emotions to well up inside of me. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1483683/</link>
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			<title>You broke me.</title>
			<description>I wrote this sitting on the shower floor with rushing water desperately trying to dissipate my thoughts of you and how you left.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pandora1/1483666/</link>
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