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		<description>The original writings of author Kacy</description>
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			<title>Loss of</title>
			<description>There are somethings you can never be ready for.There are some words that can never be said in a nice way.&amp;nbsp;That is how it was when she sat on my bed that miserable morning. With the dense grey sky,&amp;nbsp;and the constant low&amp;nbsp;drop - drop - drip, of fat raindrops, Id first thought it li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kacy/622626/</link>
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			<title>An Extract From The Blue Book</title>
			<description>The lies started on third time it happened.It preceeded the other two by far..It had been escalating.Though neither of them would admit it. I could see it.Me.Unpartial, unbiased, and unconsiquential,the observer.The third time he beat herIt was so badHe split open&amp;nbsp;her eyeb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kacy/608656/</link>
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			<title>Choices</title>
			<description>This is my first and so far only play, I wrote it in 2006, as Id never wrote one before I desided to go with a shorter style.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kacy/596423/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kacy/594680/</link>
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			<title>Blow for blow</title>
			<description>This is an older poem of mine. It deals with the destructive power of anger, showing its impact on friendships, where a small disagreement snowballs into a row that can destroy a friendship forever. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kacy/594097/</link>
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			<title>Extract from a loving moment</title>
			<description>The poem was inspired by the relisation that truely loving someone was terrifying, because no matter how much you try to protect them, they can still come to harm.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kacy/594080/</link>
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			<title>Aftermath</title>
			<description>Aftermath &amp;nbsp;You were like a hurricane,You&amp;nbsp;swept me off my feet.But now your gone.&amp;amp; I live the aftermath.Vast empty spaces,Littered with the debris,Of broken laughter,Shards of tears,Memories.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kacy/594066/</link>
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