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			<title>To Be An Ugly Butterfly</title>
			<description>Iawaken to a blindingly beautiful light, wrapped in its warm embracethat welcomes me into another day. I call this light the &amp;ldquo;Day SkyLight&amp;rdquo; because it radiates throughout the very long day. My eyesblink briskly to adjust as my wings spread magnificently apart,waiting to flap ..</description>
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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>It's a yearning I can't describe,	it's a feeling I won't voice.You don't care about me,	which is why I made my choice.It still hurts to see,	just how easy you were swayed.Why, with one little word,	you just decided to stay away.Why didn't you fight,	why have you never tried?I'm..</description>
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			<title>Accused</title>
			<description>Thesting of betrayal,	thethrob of another scar.Imissed a single step,	butI fell hard and far.Theecho of your words,	playdangerously in my mind.Accusingand hateful,	cold,unloving and unkind.Thedeep, blinding pain,	reverberatingwithin my soul.Losingwhat I ha..</description>
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			<title>Accidentally In Love</title>
			<description>It happened so suddenly; it caught me by surprise,	Never thought I could love you, when I used to despise.And the happiness I feel when you are near,	Is a wonderful emotion I will always hold dear.My fear of losing you is so great,	But us being together was total fate.People say that w..</description>
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			<title>5 Years In Love</title>
			<description>My heart stopswhen you look me in the eye.It's been 5 years, yet I cannot denythe rush of adrenaline pumping throughmy veinseven when I hear you say my name.My heart's a'flutter at your touch,beating erraticallyin my chest.With your lips upon mine, I forgetabout the rest.What..</description>
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			<title>The Urge</title>
			<description>My wristbegins to itch,my fingersbegin to twitch.Wanting tograb the blade,only myself pity can save&amp;hellip; Me.I yearnfor the drip,yearn forthe lovely slip,of blooddown my wrist&amp;hellip;Tearsoverflow my eyes,but no onehears my pleading cries.Hate coilsw..</description>
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			<title>Stretched</title>
			<description>She looks down upon her stretch marks,and a tear begins to fall.Despite what her husband tells her,she doesn't feel beautiful at all.Her middle is saggy,and overtaken with wrinkles.Her thighs are even wider,and her hips now crinkle.Her breasts may be bigger,but they are no lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KPernell/1590176/</link>
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			<title>Mr. Moon</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I glance outside my window and stare up at themoon.It came up not too long ago, but will begone much too soon.Sometimes it has companions, between theclouds and the stars.Even here, on our sleeping Earth, the mooncan look upon the cars.I feel as though this moon des..</description>
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			<title>Texts from Heaven</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Mom.Mommy. Mom.&amp;rdquo; My answer is a sleepy groan. &amp;ldquo;My wight's notworking.&amp;rdquo; Andrew complains, kneeling down on the bed next to me. Igive a grumpy sigh and mumble something about changing the bulblater, so he hops up and returns to his room to play. Andrew is myfive ye..</description>
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