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			<title>Street Music</title>
			<description>Take out the earphones,the head phones and cell phonesMusic is all around you,not just on the deviceswe play parodies,we make it up as we go alongwe sing really loudlysometimes off key slowly, softly, devoted we stayMusically, we are unitedWe do it for entertainment,maybe make a quick buck or twobut..</description>
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			<title>Expanding Boundaries</title>
			<description>If you don&amp;rsquo;t feel uncomfortable, then you&amp;rsquo;re not doing it rightthat &amp;lsquo;zone&amp;rsquo; we define as comfortbut before we ever became comfortable,we had to learn how to survivein some aspect, it&amp;rsquo;s all some has ever known.Like standing on an open blade of scissors,some say it&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<title>Mindscape'</title>
			<description>Death floats seductively upon the surface of the water,I fight for more than my minds eyeThe mist that covers the violent truthlike a blindfold, holding the eyes behind the truthTake a breath with me and come float awaywhere the trees reach the skybut no leaves ever showthe world of the mind,where d..</description>
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			<title>Still Holding on</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m still holding on to the part of me,that somehow everyone wants me to get rid ofThat deep feeling in my gutthat tells me that I cannot be,anything they ever wanted me to be.Vengeance is my color,Pride for who I am is what I breatheon the surface I wear a mask,that only few could ever seeThe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taryn_Niquole/1555544/</link>
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			<title>For a friend</title>
			<description>Though you may be the prettiest,The skinniest of them all,Your voice might be beautifuland you are made of pure gold,Though you can easily fit,Into the tightest of things,and everyone around you seems to be by youYou can easily be the oneto hurt those around youand let the others,turn their blind ea..</description>
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			<title>Demon</title>
			<description>Challenge me words of wisdom;On that broken dayBlind me with these unspoken lies;Hate me for what you are notCome to me truth of sorrow;make me seem to be- who I never wasTurn these memories gray;let the fire burn from what we never hadChallenge me- lose the thoughts of the mindeven in this broken s..</description>
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			<title>Soon You'll be gone</title>
			<description>Soon You'll be gone,Just like all the others before.Don't think that you'll be in my memoriesIt&amp;rsquo;s already bounded and tied by the othersIt doesn't make a difference to me anymorewhether you stay or goJust make it quick before my heart gets use to having you around Foot prints will no longer be..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>He sat next to me, relaxing by the bar. I could feel his eyes staring intently into my side. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to cover the journal I was reading. He gave a slight huff as he leaned away from me. I tilted my head so I could look at him, not once leaving the page I was on.&amp;ldquo;Can I h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Taryn_Niquole/1555339/</link>
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			<title>Hiraeth</title>
			<description>Emilie runs away from home and with the help of her friends she discovers what happened to her parents on the night they disappeared.</description>
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