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		<description>The original writings of author Zoe Kaufhold</description>
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			<title>Psycho</title>
			<description>i havent written anything in a while so im not entirely sure how good this is, let me know what you think, constructive feedback is welcome.

just needed to vent.

ignore the poor punctuation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/2313594/</link>
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			<title>Wonder</title>
			<description>Just a few thoughts that run through my head, some may relate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/2043533/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>He can only be fully described with one word... godly.His eyes are icy and mischevious but filled with warmth and love.His smirk screams the stereotypical&amp;nbsp;bad boy but his kiss screams love lasting.His jawline could cut marble with no trouble.His hair is sexy beyond belief.He is that guy in the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/2016164/</link>
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			<title>It Is</title>
			<description>it is the feeling I get when someone says the word.it is the feeling when someone says his name whether&amp;nbsp;it's him or not.it is the feeling when I see his face in pictures next to the ones I loveit is the feeling of knowing what nobody else does.I have information that could corrupt and tear apar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/1946756/</link>
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			<title>Confusion</title>
			<description>Her eyes grow wide, her mouth open but empty of words. Her pleads still reach my ears, shes begging me to stop, shes confused, asking what is going on, asking what has gotten into me. her eyes say it all. The eyes really are the windows to the soul. but her soul is seeping out of her slowly and then..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/1946143/</link>
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			<title>watching </title>
			<description>I kind of randomly started writing and came up with this. its not my best but its okay, let me know what you think! ((ignore the grammer and punctuation))</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/1924894/</link>
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			<title>xx I miss you xx</title>
			<description>I miss the two of youthe three of youand the four of younothing I can do can change this color of bluexx I miss you xx</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/1822182/</link>
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			<title>Regret</title>
			<description>RegretI regret leavingI regret not speakingI regret not shelteringI regret livingWhat if because I was born you went through thisWhat if this and what if thatNone of the what if'sCould help me shelter your backs</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/1822180/</link>
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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>Short story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/1819187/</link>
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			<title>Snakes</title>
			<description>	He loved the hiss of the snakes, the way they saw with their tongues, the silky smooth of their movements on the oh-so-obvious material. They loved the texture just as much as I loved the thrill. They loved the secret nooks and crannies of it all, they loved the ecstatic&amp;nbsp;visitors they got in t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/1819175/</link>
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			<title>Until now</title>
			<description>This is just part of an interview with a junior girl named Emily</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zoe28876/1819174/</link>
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			<title>It</title>
			<description>	It has never made me happier	It was always bothering my sleep		I've never been able to get rid of it	It would always whisper in my ear	That &quot;it&quot; is my dead cat.</description>
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