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			<title>When</title>
			<description>To turn back timeWhen mistakes outweigh memoriesAnd the storm&amp;nbsp;in your&amp;nbsp;heart reaches your throatCausing havoc and devastation. &amp;nbsp;To turn back timeWhen you're finally by yourselfAnd&amp;nbsp;repressed thoughts&amp;nbsp;have been set free&amp;nbsp;Leaving you empty.&amp;nbsp;Would it ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurasun/620121/</link>
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			<title>Forgotten</title>
			<description>My grasp slipson the memories I held so dear.&amp;nbsp;Names and facesand feelingsare erased from my mindlike a chalkboardafter a difficult lesson.&amp;nbsp;Something fainthaunts my mind..&amp;nbsp;What did I forget?What did I forget?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurasun/619470/</link>
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			<title>Brown Leaves</title>
			<description>Brown&amp;nbsp;leaves fall&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;deciduous forestsoftly, slowly through the airrevealing the sunpeice by peiceone by onebringing into viewthe small trodden paththrough the treesaheadthe future awaits.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurasun/619448/</link>
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			<title>The Sweetest love</title>
			<description>The sweetest love, is friendshipFor it happens with out effort,And comes as a gift, a surprise.It is a feeling to be taken for grantedIn the most gratifying way.And as the poets all talk of romanceAnd tender kissesI&amp;rsquo;ll think of you. And the way you understoodHow&amp;nbsp;I coul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurasun/618086/</link>
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			<title>Appreciation</title>
			<description>Everyone says it so commonlyThis word&amp;nbsp;I value more than any otherBecause you gave it me&amp;nbsp;Home&amp;nbsp;And I&amp;rsquo;ll always remember itEven if it doesn&amp;rsquo;t lastOur&amp;nbsp;roof falls in, our walls come down&amp;nbsp;It won&amp;rsquo;t matter&amp;nbsp;Because I felt for onceThe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurasun/618084/</link>
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			<title>No Emotion</title>
			<description>No emotioncan ever be as painfulas hope.&amp;nbsp;For only itcan destroy a manand then create him anewjust to destroy him again.&amp;nbsp;For only itcannot be crushedor expelled, or controlled.&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;I feel myselfonce againunder its power,what&amp;nbsp;can I&amp;nbsp;do?&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Laurasun/618082/</link>
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			<title>Tuesday Morning</title>
			<description>Voices, voices,saying nothing,travel in the morning air&amp;nbsp;With the&amp;nbsp;scent of coffeeand fresh printof a mechanical routine.&amp;nbsp;Dazed undead,move as a crowdand wander into place.&amp;nbsp;Ah, Tuesday morning.</description>
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