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		<description>The original writings of author Kezia</description>
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			<title>You kissed me first </title>
			<description>   The hands on the clock started racing each other, I begged them to slow down but they just got faster. I threw the stupid time teller, it was smashed into pieces yet those hands kept racing. I swallowed my pride enough to get on my knees, letting the broken glass puncture me, and I begged, &quot;pleas..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1732618/</link>
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			<title>Old Lulluby </title>
			<description> A girl with hair as black as raven's feathers and eyes as blue as the Atlantic walked into the grey weather. She asked, &quot;Angels, why are you crying?&quot;, she didn't know if they could hear her whisper and she didn't know if they were even there. Her cold bare feet stepped gently on the wet silent road..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1721577/</link>
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			<title>Why? </title>
			<description> Love can be so strong but in moments it's as if the whole world swallows you whole and no trace of you is left. What makes a person betray another? What out weighs loyalty? What allows someone to rate another's self worth? There will always be that beat in your chest despite the rhythm changing. Bu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1702704/</link>
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			<title>6 Degrees Later</title>
			<description>We are dying. There is no nice way of putting it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1700661/</link>
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			<title>Closing Her Eyes </title>
			<description>A demure girl sits alone in her room while her tears slid gently down her cheeks and she bites her tongue in an attempt to stop her body from gasping for air. Her hands shook and she closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to remember him. She saw in her memory a beautiful sunny day and dark brown eye..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1699614/</link>
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			<title>Dancer </title>
			<description> She was a dancer. She could not draw. She could not act. She could not sing.  She became the sad dancer long ago when she was a puppet on strings. Her master made her dance and every string he pulled triggered pain in her joints. Years ago she had let him tie the strings as she stared lovingly in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1699601/</link>
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			<title>Poison</title>
			<description>After we had met the connection was instant, it became late night conversations and jokes that could make us laugh for the longest time. You told me that my mind was beautiful and the love that I was receiving was nothing close to what I deserved. The first time we kissed was followed by laughter, &quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1695127/</link>
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			<title>Coward's Puppet </title>
			<description> A morose girl screamed in the middle of the tempest, knowing that her inability to swim would soon allow water to fill her lungs with the salty taste of regret. Regret of the things she didn't do and regret of the things she foolishly did. She had fallen deeply in love with a coward.  He was a bo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1691057/</link>
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			<title>I Wish I Dreamed of Monsters </title>
			<description>Horrors of a dream that are much more than claws and teeth. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1688274/</link>
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			<title>The Victim </title>
			<description> Stories are often twisted to make whoever told them an angel. Perhaps you shouldn't believe everything you're told. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1688098/</link>
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			<title>The Girls After Me</title>
			<description>About a girl who leaves a boy in a toxic relationship. Not for herself but for the girls after her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1685978/</link>
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			<title>Hap&amp;bull;py</title>
			<description>About a relationship that needed so much more than physical contact and that carrying the past with you can often be heavier for your loved ones.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1685949/</link>
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			<title>You cried more than I did </title>
			<description>The loss of a loved one </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1685948/</link>
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			<title>A love that made green</title>
			<description>Using colours to describe people and emotions through out the story to represent both a toxic relationship and a proper love. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1685947/</link>
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			<title>A lover named Death </title>
			<description>Story about suicide and how depression effects the brain over time. Trigger warning to those with mental health issues. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1685945/</link>
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			<title>A Glass of Water </title>
			<description>A short story about how something once beautiful, such as a relationship, can become broken and poisonous. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1685940/</link>
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			<title>The Boy that Planted a seed </title>
			<description>It's a short love story about a boy who teaches a girl to love </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kezia/1685938/</link>
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