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		<description>The original writings of author Serene</description>
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			<title>The Other Side</title>
			<description>When your mind keeps processing someone behind shut eyes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driftasail/665088/</link>
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			<title>Memory</title>
			<description>Life often revolves around trust, no one would get any where without it. This poem is about gaining and losing trust to those around you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driftasail/665087/</link>
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			<title>Cry</title>
			<description>I used to smile hugely at the statues infront of me,A smile that used to hold happiness,Perfection,and love,and I didn't care,That the statues weren't alive, that they didn't listen nor did they speak,I only ever saw their backs toward me,They were always too important for me anyway,I liked the comp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driftasail/655908/</link>
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			<title>Left</title>
			<description>A cross road begins,here,now,The time is undecided.Left, there is no designated path,The snow, untouched.Her face lightens up as she dances herself through,Sinking deeper and deeperwithout a care,Without a worry,Without a destination.The wind tickling her sides, a laugh escaping from her chapped lip..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driftasail/655905/</link>
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			<title>Right</title>
			<description>A cross road begins,here,now,The time is undecided.Right, the trees outline the worn out snow.One step, brings a smile to the face.The wind calmly rotates in the air, whispering lullabies, tunes that many others yearn and plead.The sun peeking out from a drape of white dull, shining brightly, hoping..</description>
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			<title>True</title>
			<description>A poem about a true,strong friendship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driftasail/655900/</link>
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			<title>Broken Strings</title>
			<description>An angsty about broken friendship.</description>
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