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			<title>Seventeen?</title>
			<description>How many days has it been since I've slept? I exhaled and my words went with it, dissipated into the air and caught the sun columns like dust spheres. My heart was pounding. Such a rhythm that I fall to when I worry, when I shutdown, and as of now such a rhythm that could end me. I didn't wa..</description>
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			<title>&quot;I'm dead. I've missed you. Kiss...?&quot;</title>
			<description>This is a short story I had to write for my American Lit class. We chose &quot;six word short stories&quot; and had to create our own story from them. I know it's rushed but I had to keep it short. </description>
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			<title>Again</title>
			<description>A section from a story I started</description>
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			<title>Home, is You</title>
			<description>Bare arches, no drapes of cherry smiles Rooms too big to fill Not enough heat to beat the chillBitter winter windows, no Christmas notes frosting the panesSuch small meaningless thingsSuch gigantic swift movements containedAll inside my rib cageNo sounds but echoesNo breath but mine, theirs,..</description>
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			<title>Dreamside</title>
			<description>The air smells like mint&amp;nbsp;The sand is a shade of blue gray, matching the sky in a dizzying hypnotic waveSo soft you sink into it like silk&amp;nbsp;When you run the air gets thick above your legsThe sea foam tastes like cherriesSugar strands of spider webs glimmering color chords in th..</description>
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			<title>Sunday</title>
			<description>I love you like I love the starsWhen they're bouncing off my head glowing like fireflies in my curlsI'll still be running to you, just like I always have&amp;nbsp;I love you like I love EasterLike I love the Sunday morning breezes that make you feel suspendedWrapped in cottonLike the sun..</description>
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			<title>A Kiss</title>
			<description>Morning mistOut the doorSunlight streams ribbons liquid, moltenCotton wrapped pink satin,Ocean waves against my legs,No cloudy skies on an August day&amp;nbsp;Late summer firesRunning wild round the flames,Skin teeth white shadows heat loveCheck yes, no, all of the above&amp;nbsp;Fir..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rissa729/621805/</link>
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			<title>shadowsAnonymous: Call me Riss</title>
			<description>Needs to be fixed but here it is anyway</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rissa729/620676/</link>
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			<title>Sunday</title>
			<description>I love you like I love the stars&amp;nbsp;When they're bouncing off my head, glowing like fireflies in my curlsI'll still be running to you, just like I always have&amp;nbsp;I love you like I love EasterLike I love the Sunday morning breezes that make you feel suspendedWrapped in cottonLike ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rissa729/612908/</link>
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			<title>Dancing in the Streets</title>
			<description>This is the song with no changes to it, I'm probably going to go back and fix it up.</description>
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