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			<title>You and I</title>
			<description>I want to unscrew the lid and explore your mind,before they do,before they ruin you.Before they crack your head like a shell, break the consequential yoke,and devour all the protest you spoke.I want to reach into your heart and smooth out the wrinkles,blow off the dust,scrape off the rust,I want to ..</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>The first creased page crafted with subtle transcendence,inspired a worry line naive of truths horrendous,enveloped in a surrealistic delve, plunging into freezing water,dizzily drifting into sensation, reeling in the fire that brought her.A tale read a million times, the mirroring metamorphosis set..</description>
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			<title>Rivers</title>
			<description>All rivers must flow,And there is a dam holding back every word I want to say to you,Every letter, consonant, vowel, and period welled into one giant river,The pressure is that of a hurricane,Threatening to break the barrier, to drip through is too gentle of a description.My thoughts would rip throu..</description>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>The hand of time is clamped over my mouth as I scream that it is running out.We spend our days in monotonous rhythm,wasting our lives in insignificant patterns,&amp;nbsp;As we decay into dust with nothing done.Nothing lost or gained,Oh how I weep for humanity.The hand of time is clamped over my mouth as..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahjenn123/1512455/</link>
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			<title>Art</title>
			<description>When I painted your lips on the canvas,a shiver flew down my spine,spreading to my roots and resounding in the ground.Even as a replacement for your touch,I could taste your cologne,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;feel your voice.It was as if you had surrounded me in an embrace, and our hands had broken the barriers,&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahjenn123/1512449/</link>
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			<title>The Willow Tree</title>
			<description>Man had travelled many miles. Man had travelled across countless seas, on countless roads, and through countless burdens. Man knew what suffering was, and was not soon to forget it.As he reached the clearing, he was met by a tranquil pond. The man knelt, and drank the sweet water, revived. His pain ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarahjenn123/1512445/</link>
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			<title>Gaia</title>
			<description>Short story on nature, and the reconnection humans must gain with it.</description>
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