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			<title>Read me please. </title>
			<description>How&amp;rsquo;s everyone doing?  Glad you could make it. Now whoever is reading this, I&amp;rsquo;m haulting &amp;ldquo;The Voices&amp;rdquo; for awhile. I&amp;rsquo;m not getting rid of it, but it&amp;rsquo;s a train wreck. Thankfully, it&amp;rsquo;s MY train wreck though. It&amp;rsquo;s not all bad though! &amp;lsquo;Cause instead o..</description>
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			<title>The Beginning </title>
			<description>     I am Avery. I&amp;rsquo;m trying out this journal keeping thing. I have 20 years to my name, I&amp;rsquo;m 5&amp;rsquo;10, strong enough to lift an Ox, charming I&amp;rsquo;m sure, and run a small general store, with my friend, in a small, grassy town called Omega Villa.      My hair is pearl silver and shor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1988008/</link>
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			<title>Avery</title>
			<description>The book of Avery, the mysterious girl! Don&amp;rsquo;t let this fool you. </description>
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			<title>Reflexively Talking</title>
			<description>Reflexes I wonder how much we are awake for. How many things we do without realizing or remembering. Like a reflex, you don&amp;rsquo;t realize what you are doing until it&amp;rsquo;s done. I wonder what else is our reflex. Maybe a kiss? Maybe a deed. Charity&amp;hellip;?Is death a reflex it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1986439/</link>
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			<title>Tick Tock</title>
			<description>Tick TockTime passes slowlyTrees people places itemsPeople grow to convert to dustTrees grow to rotPlaces turn bland and oldItems break and rustTime passes fastLike a reflexSplit second and its nightSplit second and its all goneLike a seed to a birdSplit seconds add up..</description>
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			<title>Take Me to the Moon</title>
			<description>Take Me to the MoonA place far from reality. The only place you can Take Me. to the Moon.Turn Me loose, stay with me, just Take Me where I can call home. Anywhere from this here.To the Moon. Take Me away from reality. I like it virtual. No drugs needed. Peaceful. No alcohol needed. Unstr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1985115/</link>
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			<title>Ranting 2</title>
			<description>Enjoy this rambling.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1777167/</link>
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			<title>Summer</title>
			<description>This is a little free verse poem I wrote for English class, but I'm very proud of it so I decided to post it! </description>
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			<title>If Only, I Only</title>
			<description>If Only I wasn't so lonely</description>
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			<title>Ranting</title>
			<description>The void is so empty,Nothing like I'd imaginedBefore in my life time...But what is life, without knowing?What is love, without showing?I have all this beauty behind me, But the end of the world is so dark and lonely,It makes me forget the beauty behind me.This vast nothingness is suf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1727526/</link>
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			<title>Turn of Events</title>
			<description>Being in the back of my &amp;ldquo;good ol&amp;rsquo; friends&amp;rdquo; police car, made me realize how screwed my situation really is. I&amp;rsquo;m wearing a bloody shirt, I was seen coming out of a house of a dead man, and I was seen, probably recorded, getting the mess knocked out of me and returning the fav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1727350/</link>
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			<title>New Encounter Cut Short </title>
			<description>My mind is racing! Did I do that? Did I?Old Man was such a nice guy! And I&amp;hellip; I killed him!&amp;ldquo;Hurgh!&amp;rdquo;I fall to my knees, &amp;ldquo;spilling my guts&amp;rdquo; all over the street!&amp;ldquo;I&amp;hellip; I can't do this&amp;hellip; My pathetic life&amp;hellip; Is over. I&amp;rsquo;m going to jail&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Hers Was Mine Only If, Mine Was Hers</title>
			<description>Last part of the story is out. Check it out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1538877/</link>
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			<title>Hunger </title>
			<description>Sleep wasn't an easy thing to come across last night&amp;hellip; I awake with a feeling of entitlement. I have to get dressed, so I start to do my hygiene.That&amp;rsquo;s a funny word. Hygiene&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m starting to laugh. I also see that I'm getting off topic now. Please, continue. I mean&amp;hellip;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1490179/</link>
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			<title>Voices</title>
			<description>Taking a dive into the mind of a slowly, turning mad man! Adande Xegora is a man fighting his demons. He's forgetting what's important, remembering what he'd want to forget. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pop142265/1489184/</link>
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			<title>Mind </title>
			<description>My name, is Adande Xegora. That is pronounced with an &amp;ldquo;Sa-&amp;rdquo; sound, by the way. I'm  a guy, I'm about 5&amp;rsquo;9, black frizzy hair, carmel colored skin, and defaulted brown eyes. I rock a sock cap with the hair out the front&amp;hellip;Heheh, look at me, trailing off about my appearance&amp;hel..</description>
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