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		<description>The original writings of author Kira</description>
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			<title>*french angst*</title>
			<description>Look mom all those years of French is finally paying off!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/2101093/</link>
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			<title>Freedom</title>
			<description>n/a</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/2024367/</link>
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			<title>Jasmine and Brown Sugar</title>
			<description>I remember the scent of jasmine and brown sugar,Toddling to my mother's side of the bed, large tearful doe eyes peering up at her slumbering frame.Shy pokes and lispy whispers of bad dreams, she'd take me in her arms and tuck me back in.She'd kiss my forehead and I'd dream of ladybug tea parties, ja..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1963308/</link>
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			<title>Body</title>
			<description>How can a body live when carved from purity and sin?Glossy&amp;nbsp;chocolate iris dimmed by loneliness and regret;Plump pink lips part to give way to a sharp shy smile.Soft delicate skin marred with scars a tainted with blood,Silky feminine frame betrays the insatiable&amp;nbsp;hunger.Warm honey oozes out ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1962650/</link>
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			<title>Dance with me</title>
			<description>I wish to dance, to be freeNo longer adrift at sea.But I cannot danceNon posso ballare?It takes two, I cannot leadTwo hearts to beat as one;Take me in your arms, as I plead&amp;ldquo;Mia cara, basta ballare con me&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1962491/</link>
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			<title>I'm fine probably not but I'm fine</title>
			<description>I'm depressed. I'm not sad because at least at the end of sadness there is happiness. I can't joy in anything, it's so cold and bitter here. I don't want to get out of bed, all I want is sleep. But I can't sleep so I curl up in a cocoon and hope against hope that I'll emerge when day breaks and ever..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1962114/</link>
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			<title>cogs</title>
			<description>Is this a story? I don't know but it's something alright. Is there a type for word vomit written about if you can reach your dreams or not? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1919990/</link>
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			<title>Dream Dad</title>
			<description>I often dream of what makes a dad adad:A dad is someone who gives hugs, Makes you smile when your sad. He is an anchor for his little girl, protecting her from the monsters underthe bed and in the real worldThe guy that takes his daughter to workbut shoos away the airmenThe c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1904918/</link>
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			<title>Sleep</title>
			<description>I can remember so long ago,When I could not stand you.What a foolish child I was,&amp;nbsp;To think that now I crave your touch,The nights away from you seem so long and empty.Why must you leave?Don't you remember how much fun we'd have?Those summer days seem so far away nowThe time we spend together ke..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1904761/</link>
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			<title>it all</title>
			<description>more nonsense</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1882693/</link>
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			<title>mock</title>
			<description>this makes no sense </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1882692/</link>
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			<title>shame shame</title>
			<description>You should be ashamed of yourselfI am.&amp;nbsp;I am ashamed of breathing air they others needI am ashamed of this mixed blood pumping through my veinsI am ashamed of these dark eyes that look coldI am ashamed of this body that I can't hideI am ashamed of the damn shell that looks back at me in the mirr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1843375/</link>
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			<title>title</title>
			<description>thought vomit </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1838857/</link>
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			<title>one day</title>
			<description>One day I swear to God&amp;nbsp;One day I'm getting through thisI've worked too hard to give up now&amp;nbsp;Two years ago I was on this site as bunny and my id was Crona!I reread what I wrote and the stuff i pust was just dripped of depression and angst it smelt like liesI lived a lie but now I live a whit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1799416/</link>
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			<title>Tue-Moi</title>
			<description>He said he'll love me forever he lied to me like everyone else why did I get bought again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1794857/</link>
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			<title>no more soccer</title>
			<description>As a kid I loved soccer to death and I was amazing at it I wanted to be a new Mia Hamm that was how bad it was! my dad would make me run the length of the high school soccer field until i passed out or puked then would let me take a break but then do it over again I thought that was okay but as I ag..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1773564/</link>
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			<title>questions</title>
			<description>When i was younger i always thought everything was ok ay that we were normal not what we are today if younger kira could look look at me now what would she say maybe why don&amp;rsquo;t i play soccer anymore why didn't we get taller why do we have scars on our arms why do we cover one eye how come we sp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1773557/</link>
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			<title>notes to a younger Kira</title>
			<description>Do you ever wonder what a younger you would ask? Join this tale of what a younger me would say and the answers</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1773556/</link>
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			<title>Intro I guess</title>
			<description>She was the north he was the south. Her skin was a creamy cup of coffee his freshly belched wife beater. She like a chilled glass of chardonnay he loves a&amp;nbsp;Pabst blue ribbon. She lives in a flat in the city his house was a trailer her voice monotone and straight to business his relaxed and deep...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1737142/</link>
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			<title>Of Wine and Beer</title>
			<description>Proof that differences attract but not as one would hope there is no love at first sight not even love at first type just affection growing live with it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1737137/</link>
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			<title>How long?</title>
			<description>How long since I've last seen you &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Two yearssince you held me in your s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1720589/</link>
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			<title>who would mourn</title>
			<description>who would mournwho would mourn for the selfishwho would mourn for the guiltythe broken&amp;nbsp;the bent&amp;nbsp; the damned&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;the diseased&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the dead&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;the living&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the faithless&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;the unholy&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the unn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1698218/</link>
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			<title>What am I?</title>
			<description>i moved in the fifth grade came from a very diverse place, military base because my daddy was in the military, then coming here to where there are less than thirty other non white families it was wow.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1674284/</link>
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			<title>miss masky</title>
			<description>this was a school assignment we had to do poetry with simlies about a time where we didn't get ehat we wanted and this is the by product</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1667422/</link>
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			<title>when</title>
			<description>This is so old but it still stands true sometimes we aren't seen as who we are but the image that was formed for us</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1666970/</link>
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			<title>think more speak less</title>
			<description>just a thought process of a talk with someone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1659687/</link>
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			<title>if i were a boy</title>
			<description>terrible free lance sorry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mehcurls/1659668/</link>
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