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			<title>Manipulated soul!</title>
			<description>Escaping into the moments, following the noises from invisible voices. This moment feels something like a dream colliding with a prayer. Gravity shares with me a gift, pulling my drifting body to you. Perfection surrounds your soul as you sprinkle the world with your charm. Now particles reveal a se..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heretostay13/608400/</link>
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			<title>Abandoned words.</title>
			<description>Life still remains a unpublished novel. A story unread, with pages torn, and stained words. Beauty, fate, passion, these words I write now smearing off the lines in search of a more promising existence. There is no end, no middle, just a small opening and a faded period where the ink dried out. The ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heretostay13/608393/</link>
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			<title>eviction!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A Misfortune of illusion embracing the perfect existence of faith. This shadow now chasing a missing name in the scattered moments of my past. The illusion begins to fade into the vacant air, revealing a stranger holding a unread obituary staring with jealousy at the closing casket. I stand no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heretostay13/604644/</link>
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			<title>stranger in my soul!</title>
			<description>The day ended, my eyes blinked, and my world changed. Crying in the clouds, praying in the dirt, torn into hopeless faith. Agony now surrounds my presence infecting the space with misery. Life's laughter breaks what's left of the falling heart, setting it free into a pain soaked misery. I wish there..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heretostay13/603693/</link>
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			<title>Broken glass memories.</title>
			<description>Empty void, printed lines waiting for a word. I stare vaguely into the white nothing waiting for my imprisoned pen to escape the heart's sentence. I remain out of place, A runaway, a channel changed, searching for a day that has not already forgotten me. I say no to the past and recovery from it's a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heretostay13/596627/</link>
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			<title>stolen dream.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beautiful you are. holding the smile that convinced my heart to beat only for you, it is all that I knew it was. You, I am frozen looking at you. The rest of the world can have their dreams, I now have you. My dreams vanished the second my eyes saw yours, replaced by the gif..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heretostay13/593023/</link>
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			<title>New born death.</title>
			<description>&quot;Listen with her heart.&amp;nbsp;Break with your soul.&amp;nbsp;Fall on my dreams.&amp;nbsp;Get up with nothing.&amp;nbsp;Die with a story.&amp;nbsp;A captivating dream embraced by realities sting.&amp;nbsp;A absent life judged by a missing soul!&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heretostay13/592490/</link>
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			<title>crowded absence</title>
			<description>Blind; a motionless hand holding a paralyzed pen. Paper Blank, life in envy of paper's success. Dreams become extinct in this world, chased away by hopeless chance. I saw you over there standing, laughing, loving with a man that was me, yet still someone else. To begin in the middle and die in the b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heretostay13/591105/</link>
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