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		<description>The original writings of author SweetWriter88</description>
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			<title>A Life Well Lived</title>
			<description>The story of someone who's had a long, happy life and in old age is ready to finally rest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/2010278/</link>
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			<title>Who Am I</title>
			<description>Who do you think I am? As you read, what do you imagine me as? Who am I?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/2007355/</link>
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			<title>What They Have</title>
			<description>I want what they have.Something kind.Something sweet.I want someone to look at me the way he looks at her.With adoration.With full acceptance of the flaws.I want to see someone the way she sees him.With a sight that sees all they are.With a vision that sees all they could be...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/2007287/</link>
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			<title>Evolve</title>
			<description>I closed my eyes.I listened.I heard.I accept.I explained.I was hated.So I sat there in silence.I tasted with my heart.I felt.I was hurt.I accept.I left.I listened with my head.I saw it.I made peace.I conquered.I changed.I watched with my soul.I ripped it.I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/2007272/</link>
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			<title>I Watched Her</title>
			<description>For the last few months, I&amp;rsquo;ve watched her expression lose a little light each day.I watched her sigh increasingly more as her boyfriend slowly seemed to leave her.I watched her struggle with every &amp;ldquo;I love you&amp;rdquo; and confiscate her wonder.And just like that, I watched her soul be torn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/2006723/</link>
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			<title>Nothing To Say</title>
			<description>When someone dies, there's nothing you can honestly say for comfort.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1909604/</link>
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			<title>Kiss With A Fist</title>
			<description>Let's just say the movie I was watching and the song my phone was playing didn't go well together and uh...this is what I got out of it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1815349/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful Chaos </title>
			<description>To be honest, I just wrote this while I was feeling random. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1814995/</link>
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			<title>A Confusing Love</title>
			<description> Sometimes I get it, sometimes I don&amp;rsquo;t.Sometimes I want him, other times I don&amp;rsquo;t.At points, my mind feels clouded and I feel numb.My confusion then explodes. He calls me his, but I don&amp;rsquo;t get it.My dreams are speaking but I won&amp;rsquo;t listen.I stay clouded in this confusion, sticki..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1776825/</link>
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			<title>H.U.S.B.A.N.D &amp; W.I.F.E</title>
			<description>Because a Husband and Wife know that marriage is more than a signed friendship</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1775990/</link>
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			<title>Daddy's Little Girl</title>
			<description>Every father watches his daughter grow before he gives her to someone who swears to protect her. But even still, even as a bride, she'll always be Daddy's Little Girl.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1771103/</link>
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			<title>The Prettiest Girl In The World</title>
			<description>I dropped down to one knee and pulled out the ring. I&amp;rsquo;dspent months looking for the ring that would fit her personality, and just aslong planning what I&amp;rsquo;d say during my proposal.&amp;lsquo;I really hope I don&amp;rsquo;t screw up, and I really hope shesays yes&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1771090/</link>
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			<title>The Proposal(s)</title>
			<description>A book of different types of proposals, there might even be a few that aren't really proposals but have something to do with the initial theme. Please enjoy this 1:00am writing of mine. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1771079/</link>
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			<title>My Bittersweet Love</title>
			<description>The story of a man who lost his wife and then his life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1760778/</link>
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			<title>Poor Souls</title>
			<description>A piece from one of my books. My friend asked me to upload it because it's a; &quot;Really good monologue&quot;. I don't see it but it's up so read if you like.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1759663/</link>
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			<title>I Wish For Time</title>
			<description>Because complex thinking leads to complex poems....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1757076/</link>
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			<title>Desire</title>
			<description>Written in a somewhat collaboration with a friend, this book is made up of two short stories, starring women with unfulfilled desires that won&amp;rsquo;t be unfulfilled for long.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1756111/</link>
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			<title>Weight Of The World</title>
			<description>Written by my friends and I for everyone who feels like they're bearing the weight of the world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1753537/</link>
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			<title>You Thought You Knew</title>
			<description>A true story about a bullied pair, who everyone thought they knew.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1752861/</link>
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			<title>Driven</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m the ghost outside your window that&amp;rsquo;s come to lead your soul away. And while you sit trying to figure out how to get away with murder I'm just waiting for the end of the day. You're mine.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1752266/</link>
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			<title>The Things You Do</title>
			<description>Because some guys just need to say some heartwarming things outside of a proposal. *hint, hint &amp;ndash; nudge, nudge*</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1751134/</link>
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			<title>Tragic Love</title>
			<description>This isn't really a stand alone poem but rather something I wrote for an upcoming book. I suppose you can read it alone though. Although it's probably not what you're expecting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1749360/</link>
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			<title>Life's A Fight</title>
			<description>I wrote this a while ago when I just couldn't take the depression anymore. I'm sharing this in hopes it'll help someone else.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1744683/</link>
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			<title>Cycle of Revenge</title>
			<description>This poem is about the cycle of revenge and how people feel like they need to get back at someone. I really hope that you enjoy reading this if you decide to. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrostyAngel/1742282/</link>
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