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		<description>The original writings of author Bella</description>
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			<title>fff</title>
			<description>It couldn't have been sooner nor could it have been late enough, whilst Rosa was walking along Blackpool high street on her first day of university. She observed each building carefully, knowing that she needn't because she'd be facing them every day. Nevertheless, she walked with her headphones in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1631952/</link>
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			<title>If</title>
			<description>rose petals moving faster than my heart beat, staring into those eyes making it almost hard to breath, the colder it gets, in this hall, the duller, oh how I wish it was still summer, so you could wrap me in your arms and tell me i'm a stunner. heeeeyyyyyy, why did you change in September?heyyyyyyyy..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1626812/</link>
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			<title>Sad Dream</title>
			<description>Love plus depression </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1625016/</link>
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			<title>Miss Misery</title>
			<description>Haven't posted in quite a while.. here's a rather sinister and gloomy text. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1586882/</link>
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			<title>A Lonesome Pine </title>
			<description>Watching those complete those, striking a pose,pixies, gremlins and dwarves pacing the earth,one single angel my eyes chose, disappearing into the mist, losing it's worth. A repetitive stop of the heartbeat, my senseless mind, blunt&amp;nbsp;stress and a meaningless reply, such wrath by someone who was ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1562622/</link>
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			<title>A Place To Rest </title>
			<description>No touch of his skin, no sign within, with thoughts colliding and love possibly expiring, playing a disappearing act and then appearing, like I lost nothing, his fractious hearing. There's no sign of hopelessness, but emptiness, he allows my mind to&amp;nbsp;convert&amp;nbsp;from boom to bust,within a secon..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1552634/</link>
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			<title>how to </title>
			<description>ffff</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1549116/</link>
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			<title>Timeless Ardour </title>
			<description>Another text associated with my book </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1549106/</link>
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			<title>Two Ivory Hearts</title>
			<description>A potential story.. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1549104/</link>
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			<title>Mary Jane </title>
			<description>Under the influence of cannabis and a broken heart. No criticism for my personal preferences please </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1547557/</link>
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			<title>The Sweet Smell of Potential </title>
			<description>A candle flame burning bright, a lightning bolt expiring,no more lonely souls, no more lonely nights, no more heartache that I find tiring. Look at you! over there with your wide eyes and a narrow mind,sweet touch of redemption, voice remaining serene, yet not as tranquil as the thought of us, not a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1547129/</link>
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			<title>little Miss Perfectrw</title>
			<description>To everyone else, she was just another pretty lady. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1544600/</link>
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			<title>Unconcious </title>
			<description>Heaven, the only effective asylum </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1544089/</link>
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			<title>Clarke</title>
			<description>Contemplating to write an actual, full length story inspired by this short story. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1544085/</link>
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			<title>Love It </title>
			<description>The simplicity of a woman falling for society's definition of 'indecency', who had already fallen for her, as well as many others. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bellaefgsg/1544075/</link>
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