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		<title>Abbie | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Abbie</description>
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			<title>quarter life crisis</title>
			<description>I have never been grayAnd I think I&amp;rsquo;ve written about this before&amp;nbsp;which only emphasizes the fact that&amp;nbsp;I have never been gray.I either&amp;nbsp;think about someone every second of the day orForget they existGive you the shirt off my back orPut on a sweater to style it.And I keep trying to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/2802619/</link>
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			<title>mr. wrong</title>
			<description>Him and I are-Yin and yang,Opposites that are fine alone,But cannot be completed without the other.Him and I are-A warBetween my head and my heart,Between what I know and what I can&amp;rsquo;t help but feel.Him and I are-The reason why I can&amp;rsquo;t fall asleep,But the sweet dreams I see when I do.Him ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/2118529/</link>
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			<title>must be bad</title>
			<description>silly little flings pt. 2</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/2118391/</link>
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			<title>just friends</title>
			<description>silly little flings</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/2118390/</link>
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			<title>to youyouyouyouyou</title>
			<description>gibberish</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/2117851/</link>
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			<title>when a writer-</title>
			<description>little by little, understanding who I am</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/2117847/</link>
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			<title>Superbowl Sunday</title>
			<description>Love is a tricky one to decipher.Or so I thought.But after that Superbowl Sunday when you told meYou're the love of my life.I love you.I buried my face into the carpet of my bedroom floor to wipe the tears of joy staining my cheeks and suddenly,Deciphering became nonsense. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1938754/</link>
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			<title>Sunday Morning </title>
			<description>The book I ordered on Amazon finally arrived:My first tangible collaboration of Bukowski poetry.I continued my journey through his poetry on my front porch,surrounded by the multitude of flowers that my mother plantedand my half-eaten watermelon,the sunrays hitting the pages in a way that I could&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1938055/</link>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>Fate Sucks Pt. whatever</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1932104/</link>
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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>Fate Sucks Pt. 3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1924168/</link>
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			<title>Someday Pt. 2</title>
			<description>Fate Sucks Pt. 2</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1924166/</link>
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			<title>Someday</title>
			<description>Fate Sucks Pt. 1</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1924164/</link>
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			<title>The Healing</title>
			<description>Little Thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1881524/</link>
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			<title>Us</title>
			<description>Journal Entry pt. who knows </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1856850/</link>
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			<title>Mother Dearest</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hey. Look at me. You have to stop this.You have to stop peering into every reflective surface you see and tearing yourself into the most minuscule strips of printer paper. You are not printer paper, you are papyrus; so strong and tough that even the scribes don&amp;rsquo;t know how to write on yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1833231/</link>
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			<title>Maybe</title>
			<description>Journal Entry- Part III</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1828309/</link>
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			<title>Oceans</title>
			<description>Journal Entry: Part 2- I Don't Know How To Compliment You
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1823664/</link>
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			<title>Talk</title>
			<description>Journal Entry: Part I.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1801810/</link>
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			<title>The Magicians</title>
			<description>This a poem about artists and how crazy their worlds are compared to non-artists.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbieroad/1724388/</link>
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