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		<description>The original writings of author Emma-Leigh Ivy Cox</description>
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			<title>Angel</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote in freshman year of high school after losing my first love.  I personified myself as a raincloud.  I hope you all enjoy.  Criticisms are welcome, but please be kind/constructive</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delightedelirium/1509557/</link>
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			<title>Pillows</title>
			<description>My pillowsecho soft and lingering memoriesfaintly entangled in your scent.You are woven into my linens.Left as a reminder of time, in Heaven spent.From this waking slumbernever shall I shake.Intoxicating inhalationsof our first impressions,shy confessions,laughs and tousled inh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delightedelirium/1507867/</link>
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			<title>Silent Calls</title>
			<description>He dances around me&amp;nbsp;in circles that crowd me,&amp;nbsp;moving inward, like the walls.&amp;nbsp;Butterflies yearning to burst outward,&amp;nbsp;no one to answer their silent calls.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delightedelirium/1507817/</link>
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			<title>Like This</title>
			<description>Tangled up in my hair,&amp;nbsp;I leapt forward to an abrupt kiss,&amp;nbsp;nothing amiss.&amp;nbsp;No sign in the world around meof anything left to confound me.&amp;nbsp;I'm surely certain I could die happyLike this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/delightedelirium/1507814/</link>
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			<title>Stutters</title>
			<description>Butterflies are in my eyes.&amp;nbsp;They dance around my head&amp;nbsp;in hovering halos &amp;amp;make it hard to disguisemy nerves, while words spill out,&amp;nbsp;tripping over one anotherin my seldom uttered stutters.</description>
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