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		<description>The original writings of author Emilybe</description>
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			<title>The False Hope of Caesura</title>
			<description>School- is stressful I am expected after high school to go to a higher school upon which my future- depends and I am a meteor rushing towards my future- and future decisions- at the speed of light faster- and faster- faster still until one day- I &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; will&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>I Hate Slant Rhyme</title>
			<description>During April, for National Poetry Month, my English teacher gave my class a bunch of poetry assignments, one of which was to write a poem in slant rhyme- a style of which I'm not that big a fan.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilybe/1788660/</link>
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			<title>The Paradox of Loss</title>
			<description>I lost the battle then but now as I look back, I realize that it was loss that helped me win what I had been fighting for for all this time- myself and it just goes to show: What we call obstacles are opportunities leading us to greater things </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilybe/1788657/</link>
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			<title>The Dancer</title>
			<description>her feet leave the ground and there is no weight She spins, twirls, spins, twirls, spins, twirls, spins, twirls, spinsShe dances to the drum that&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;God&amp;nbsp;creates She is strong because she is rupestrine she practices her all too steady gaitspins, twirls, spins, twirls, spins, twirls, s..</description>
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			<title>Birch Trees</title>
			<description>two pale birch trees stare&amp;nbsp;back at me to&amp;nbsp;remind me I'm not Alone </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilybe/1775662/</link>
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			<title>Young Love</title>
			<description>I arrive at six two teenagers sit there drinking in each other for a very long time- still there at closing. They never leave ever </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilybe/1772093/</link>
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			<title>Matthias</title>
			<description>his smile- more growl- a wolf's smile- pulls his lips back and bares his teeth- surprised they aren't sharp I wonder what his smile was like before he went to prison back when he was young </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emilybe/1772090/</link>
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			<title>Look, I learned a new word</title>
			<description> Astriferous is an adjective used to describe something made of stars.</description>
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