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			<title>i thought i hated my best friend</title>
			<description>lexi rose - 11/14/21</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraRH/2831250/</link>
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			<title>the dead tree.</title>
			<description>if you plant roses in the spring,&amp;nbsp;when they bloom, they dance in the wind like birds wingsif you plant turnips&amp;nbsp;in the garden,along with parsley and teas,they will bloom too,but water is still what they all need.next to the garden is the tree,&amp;nbsp;the one with its trunk so hollow, and bran..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraRH/2830007/</link>
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			<title>i saw her at the supermarket</title>
			<description>I saw her at the supermarket today,&amp;nbsp;beauty,&amp;nbsp;in her poise and the way she grabbed items off the shelf,&amp;nbsp;so delicately,&amp;nbsp;elegantly.&amp;nbsp;peace swarmed round her,&amp;nbsp;like oceans wave upon the shore.and i wanted to ask,&quot;how did you find content with life&quot;&quot;where did you find it&quot;&quot;are y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraRH/2784083/</link>
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			<title>i am a pencil</title>
			<description>for i am a pencil, and you are the artist. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraRH/2779470/</link>
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			<title>i'll talk to you later</title>
			<description>Childhood years are a cherished memory for all of us. Yet the innocence involved in our childhood lives sometimes affects us in ways that aren't perceived by the human eye. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraRH/2152528/</link>
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			<title>Pause, Rewind, &amp; Play</title>
			<description>WARNING: Some crude language, and demonstrations of domestic violence. Please be advised. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraRH/2147107/</link>
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			<title>~The Calm, During The Storm~</title>
			<description>a blissful escape that happens during a rainstorm</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraRH/2020746/</link>
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			<title>~All But A Memory~</title>
			<description>a distant memory that seems so serene</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraRH/2006131/</link>
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			<title>~She's My 5 Minute Cigarette Break~</title>
			<description>~He treats her, as if she is his 5 minute cigarette break~He says he's mad but it's not at her,He promises he needs her, craves her, desires her every minute of the day.With the flick of the finger, he lights her up and makes her feel happy and whole.&amp;nbsp;He slowly inhales her happiness with each i..</description>
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