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			<title>Rugs and Bruises</title>
			<description>Crimson rolled over again trying to find a comfortable spot on the small, beat-up rug in the cabinet. It was all she had, so she tried to make the best of it, but it was awful. It smelled like rotten eggs and spoiled milk, it was covered with dust, so much that she couldn't even see the pattern any ..</description>
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			<title>Behind the Dirt</title>
			<description>Crimson has recently been creating these fantasy of the life she wished she had when in reality her life is nothing but dirt. Tired and alone these daydreams seem so oddly life-like.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HiddenPages/1857919/</link>
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			<title>The Wait</title>
			<description>Fitting for the Winter...</description>
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			<title>Ongoing</title>
			<description>Time drags on,One minute feels like an hourAnd five minutes, a yearThe class is silent, in waitingNo one will dare to answer,The sheer terror of being wrong or voice an opinion,Pushes pressure into the roomThe faintest muffle of a chair or a sigh tries to cut through the heavy tensionThis knife does..</description>
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			<title>Gravity</title>
			<description>There, right there,I can see him.All forces are drawing my eyes, Pulling them across the room,Gravity itself is pulling me towards him.What can I do?A glance, I smileBut he doesn't noticeI sit down with haste as the bell ringsThe teacher begins to droneThere is an urge to twist my neck The pulse of ..</description>
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			<title>The Bloody Truth</title>
			<description>I read an article about the terrible treatment of Native Americans and no matter my thoughts about it, it inspired this poem.</description>
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			<title>A Melancholy Lament</title>
			<description>This is poem with words entirely from the book Great Expectations - By Charles Dickins
I just rearranged them to form a poem!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HiddenPages/1856818/</link>
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			<title>The Smile of a Baby</title>
			<description>Inspiration from a friend's little brother with a smile that lights up the sky.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HiddenPages/1856816/</link>
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			<title>A Single Mosquito</title>
			<description>A poem about someone new taking on the big world around her.</description>
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