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		<description>The original writings of author QuayvonS</description>
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			<title>New Friend</title>
			<description>We we&amp;rsquo;re great.I still remember the sensation on my lap,  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my phone vivaciously vibrating from your texts.The laughter traveled into the tips of my fingers, tapping away as I race to send my thought before ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1883848/</link>
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			<title>Faith:</title>
			<description>Acrostic style poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1877435/</link>
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			<title>Hex</title>
			<description>HexCast me towards your darling light,Grasp me in your whisper.Lifted me when I drudge through wallows.Holds me down when I give up.Gravity.I pray you forever enchant my veins,Course through my lips so I may speak about you.Words transgress with every kiss,Feel my pulse release with our breath.Give ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1874387/</link>
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			<title>Slow Stigma</title>
			<description>Slow StigmaDo not listen to how I speak, rather internalize what I say.The words I enunciate do not weigh any less or influence anything more because of my slur.My words may seem dampened but so does a firework until it is set ablaze.Let my words sizzle as they sky rocket, soaring until they succule..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1874206/</link>
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			<title>Mother Goose</title>
			<description>You took me under your wing, but why do you push me away.&amp;nbsp;I plucked each feather to please you, presented them on a platter crusted by the shell&amp;nbsp;Of everything you carved away from me.&amp;nbsp;Oh Mother Goose of mine,&amp;nbsp; don't bother clipping my wings for each day my wings shrunk.&amp;nbsp;Whet..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1870071/</link>
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			<title>Pulse</title>
			<description>Cardiotocograph is the machine that measure the hearts pulse. Usually seen in medical instances making the constant *beeping* sound or constant tone if it flat lines or in other words the heart stops.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867066/</link>
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			<title>Natures Florist</title>
			<description>You are the three letter definition of beauty&amp;nbsp;An acronym that reads, &quot;Mind Over Matter.&quot;&amp;nbsp;You hug the earth with compassion, spread your pollinated love so your flowers may aspire to bloom.&amp;nbsp;Whether we wilt in amongst the shadows or stretch to embrace the sunlight, you push and support ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867064/</link>
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			<title>Re-read Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whether hard or soft sleeved, gently I grip your gorgeous arms &amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867063/</link>
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			<title>Remedy</title>
			<description>Keep me in the palm of your hand.&amp;nbsp;Let me reside and blossom in the comfort to be held.&amp;nbsp;Sanctuary.&amp;nbsp;Allow me to bask in its warmth, to suffocate as you squeeze tighter.&amp;nbsp;Grip me the way the Evergreens roots intertwine around the earth.&amp;nbsp;Warmth.&amp;nbsp;Force me to bathe in the swea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867062/</link>
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			<title>Engrained Discord</title>
			<description>Their dusted wars slipped through the firelight,&amp;nbsp;Her soft dark frolic reconciled the ceremony.&amp;nbsp;A mournful storm streamed through her, prowling chaos.&amp;nbsp;Cliffs swell, immersing memories of him.&amp;nbsp;After the storm ceases years later, life goes on.&amp;nbsp;The hope grows a meadow, flowers e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867060/</link>
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			<title>Finding What's Lost</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Forgive me for I will not take your sins on my shoulder.&amp;nbsp; I will not put you to ease while I sob on my knees.&amp;nbsp; I will not take the blame you knotted inside my hair, &amp;nbsp;Every morning having to comb through kinks to see own my beauty.&amp;nbsp; I will forget the process in which I lear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867059/</link>
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			<title>How to Become Happy</title>
			<description>First, throw out everything you love. Toss out those love notes, tare the last shred of a thought that you're worth something. You know those things your counselor told you? News flash, it's only advice regurgitated over the years of meeting countless freaks like you. That&amp;rsquo;s their job. Like ev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867056/</link>
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			<title>Hypocrite </title>
			<description>We needed an escape.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She cheated me and he defeated you. Just two friends venting right?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We were simply pouring out emotions, trying not to drown in the pool of curiosities.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We shouted, we shook--you, you shamelessly bra..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867051/</link>
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			<title>Pantie Prayer</title>
			<description> Remember when you left your panties on the floor?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They just sat there. A pink smile laced with your sweat, glossed with my spit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The way your a*s would blush when I pulled your panties and&quot;Released.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your skin matched those sinful panties and brough..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867049/</link>
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			<title>Mud Pie</title>
			<description>The rich chocolatey mousse that I want to rub my fingers through,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your smooth airy delicate brown hair.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The sweetness of the ice cream melting in my mouth,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your words gave me cavities of pure adrenaline.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The thin drizzle of caramel adds depth in the desser..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuayvonS/1867046/</link>
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