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		<description>The original writings of author Yusra Arub </description>
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			<title>21</title>
			<description>My 21st official poem :) </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1940610/</link>
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			<title>Epiphany </title>
			<description>I went through a period of time just like any other writer in which I was dry of inspiration--&quot;parched with lack of wishes, as I say in this poem. I finally came to writing this. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1887486/</link>
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			<title>Still Here </title>
			<description>you and i were two hands in a glove, made to support each other, made to love, you and i were painted glass, fragile, beautiful, but could not last. you and i were lost in the cold, focused more on each other than on something to hold, just like that, we were gone, frozen, our vibrant glass hearts b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1739063/</link>
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			<title>A Quiet Town </title>
			<description>A pantoum I wrote a while ago..Let me know what you think!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1733677/</link>
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			<title>Broken Vows</title>
			<description>i promised you that i would bring, a beautiful, precious diamond ring, i even stole it from the guards, who left me broken, burned, and scarred. i promised you a million smiles, &amp;nbsp;to make your summer days worthwhile, but, alas, the days they lived too long, you couldn&amp;rsquo;t bear the birds, the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1731004/</link>
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			<title>Black Firs</title>
			<description>Personally, one of the most beautiful things in nature is when tall green firs look almost black against an evening sky. So naturally, I wrote it into a poem a couple years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1719559/</link>
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			<title>Summer Waiting </title>
			<description>A ballad I wrote for school..Hope you enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1712975/</link>
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			<title>Thinking Out Loud </title>
			<description>I threw these random thoughts together at 2 A.M. when I couldn't sleep </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1711423/</link>
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			<title>Remain </title>
			<description>I'm sorry for how things turned out.&amp;nbsp;But there were voices screaming at us&amp;nbsp;as we drove down the freewayin the middle of nowhere.&amp;nbsp;It wasn't easy&amp;nbsp;concentrating on your gentle voicetelling me stories of snow and heat&amp;nbsp;and bruises and Spain.&amp;nbsp;Because those shouts of warning&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordsareweapons/1711406/</link>
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