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			<title>table manners</title>
			<description>i dislike boys who don't treat girls with respect. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1875425/</link>
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			<title>As if</title>
			<description>A smilie of love.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1846933/</link>
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			<title>I swear it was, could've been </title>
			<description>July 19th 2016, 3:39 pm 
Siting half across the world in a European coffee shop.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1846930/</link>
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			<title>You Know What Happens After This</title>
			<description>I always tell myself &quot;ok. After this song I will got to bed&quot;,but I always find myself finishing the playlist and wondering what track i'd even said I was going to sleep too.&amp;nbsp;I always say &quot;this is the last episode I will allow myself to watch&quot;,&amp;nbsp;before I end up binge watching my night away.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1814127/</link>
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			<title>Drill bit</title>
			<description>I wrote this for a guy who didn't want to talk to me after awhile because I had found someone new, but I didn't know what'd I would do if I wasn't talking to him so instead of talking I wrote this. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1813683/</link>
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			<title>Making The Black Space Count </title>
			<description>We were stopped in front of the water point watching the sun set, like always we always ended up talking about silly things. You'd intertwine your hands with mine and tell me about every little goal in life. I would accept your hand in mine and tell you the same things.&amp;nbsp;We'd go on and on, talki..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1809438/</link>
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			<title>God Gives</title>
			<description>God made me with no eye lashes and crooked teeth,&amp;nbsp;god gave him beautiful eyes and braces when he was ten.&amp;nbsp;God gave me a small house with a big family,&amp;nbsp;God gave him a big house with a small family.&amp;nbsp;God gave me the things that i needed,&amp;nbsp;and I swear god let him have everything...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1796123/</link>
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			<title>Repetition </title>
			<description>When I was little my mother taught me this game,&amp;nbsp;If you keep repeating a word it starts to loose its meaning.So i started to repeat my own name&amp;nbsp;And i'd imagine myself drifting of into the space of words people forgot to listen toI used this game to get out of the simplest things,&amp;nbsp;Home..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1794023/</link>
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			<title>red gloves</title>
			<description>I didn't intend on writing this, but I did. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1788644/</link>
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			<title>Tell Me Something </title>
			<description>based on a 6  month relationship that should have never happened</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1787814/</link>
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			<title>June 2, 5:56 am </title>
			<description>Sometimes I feel like I am a character in the movie of my life, but i'm not even the main character.. and there is no plot, no meaning. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1784161/</link>
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			<title>11 Years Old</title>
			<description>This story is based on my perspective now of a terrible night i had when I was younger and lost my friend due to cancer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1777638/</link>
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			<title>Appetizer</title>
			<description>My boyfriend dumped me after i showed him this. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1775349/</link>
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			<title>Bullet</title>
			<description>my first post, kind of sad. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heroicpoet/1773553/</link>
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