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		<description>The original writings of author quietmind</description>
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			<title>Skin</title>
			<description>Beneath my tender skin&amp;nbsp;So soft, and tender, and pink&amp;nbsp;A smooth canvas of care and vanilla creme&amp;nbsp;Touched by love and marked by ink&amp;nbsp;Beneath my tender skinMy bruises lie within&amp;nbsp;So rough, and battered, and blue&amp;nbsp;Unloved and unamused by the absence of affection&amp;nbsp;Bruised an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/npaijuk/1724021/</link>
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			<title>Fear </title>
			<description>The depth of people&amp;nbsp;Rarely amuses me&amp;nbsp;Their empty souls&amp;nbsp;Their battered hearts fenced in&amp;nbsp;By the pains and sorrows of the past&amp;nbsp;Guarded and detached from&amp;nbsp;The outside, from reality&amp;nbsp;Forced to reveal itself every now and then&amp;nbsp;But quickly concealed&amp;nbsp;As fear of bei..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/npaijuk/1707802/</link>
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			<title>Brought You To Me </title>
			<description>All the roads you try, and take, and testThe roads that become bits and pieces of your journey&amp;nbsp;The ones that make you feel pain from both sadness and laughter&amp;nbsp;Brought you to me.&amp;nbsp;The days that pass where you don't know how to smile&amp;nbsp;The weeks that go by where you feel you can't bre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/npaijuk/1707334/</link>
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			<title>Conversations</title>
			<description>I just want the conversations...The lay my head down&amp;nbsp;And watch you laugh at the show that's on&amp;nbsp;Making commentsAbout how that play was all wrong&amp;nbsp;I want that smile&amp;nbsp;That when you smile,&amp;nbsp;I know it's because of meThe sound of our bickering&amp;nbsp;because we're both too stubbornAnd ..</description>
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