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		<description>The original writings of author Crayon</description>
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			<title>An explanation</title>
			<description>I've been away for so long, maybe this can tell you why</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/886217/</link>
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			<title>911</title>
			<description>A tribute to those who lost thier lives or loved ones ten years ago today.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/793717/</link>
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			<title>Part eight</title>
			<description>WhooshCold air enter the roomMingling with air Taught with tension &amp;nbsp;She doesn&amp;rsquo;t moveMakes no acknowledgement of the new presenceShe bends her head to the paper and writes He watches, enthralled. &amp;nbsp;Once apon a time she told him How she feels when she writes He l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751620/</link>
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			<title>Part seven</title>
			<description>She has lost the footprintsAnd so she chooses to head Towards the rock, reminiscingAbout that day, long ago now, in the woods&amp;nbsp;She is lost in thought, smile dropping and brow furrowingThings he said, things that she didn&amp;rsquo;t.That she doesn&amp;rsquo;t notice the soft murmur of voic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751618/</link>
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			<title>Part six</title>
			<description>She wanders down a pathAll alone today, but that&amp;rsquo;s O.K.Sometimes she needs to be aloneSometimes she needs a chance to clear her mind.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s been days since she last saw himShe no longer knows each of his movements, As she did in the beginning.She trusts him and he has..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751614/</link>
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			<title>Part five</title>
			<description>They walk together, Arms entwinedFollowing a well-worn pathWinding through the bowels of the forest,&amp;nbsp;She sees a stream in the distance, Watches as it draws nearerA flat rock at the waters edge beckons And she pulls him towards it. &amp;nbsp;They settle on the rockHer head on h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751608/</link>
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			<title>Part four</title>
			<description>If you haven't read the other chapters, you should, I promise it will make much more sense. :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751606/</link>
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			<title>Part three</title>
			<description>He steels himselfPreparing to walk to herPreparing to talk to her and listen to herHe steps forward.&amp;nbsp;She sees him and the sight stops her in her tracksHis voice, strong and deep Hangs in between themShe answers, too quickly but convinced she must be dreaming.&amp;nbsp;They sit o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751601/</link>
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			<title>Part two</title>
			<description>He never gets time to be aloneThere is always something He must do, Somewhere he must go.&amp;nbsp;When he is aloneHe travels to a black place in his mindAnd it is the center of his soulIt scares him.&amp;nbsp;In this place of thoughts and wonderOf faces and places Of sights and soun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751599/</link>
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			<title>Part one.</title>
			<description>Please forgive the bad tittles &gt;.&lt;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751595/</link>
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			<title>They</title>
			<description>So, this is a really old... poem-book? There are 8 chapters, but it's all written in poem form. I wrote this two years ago, summer of 2009. It's a very simple love story. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/751592/</link>
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			<title>Reality</title>
			<description>It ain't nothing like the story books kids.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/743321/</link>
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			<title>Baptisim</title>
			<description>For a long time I was very dead-set against religion... Actually, just read this. It is a 100% true story and is my journey through faith. This is the speech I'm gigving at my Baptisim in a few weeks.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/742215/</link>
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			<title>Five minutes</title>
			<description>WAKE UP!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/730732/</link>
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			<title>Sestina</title>
			<description>I've never written one of these before.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/729286/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>It's not always worth it to find what you're looking for.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/723159/</link>
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			<title>Tulips</title>
			<description>And then there was light.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/708300/</link>
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			<title>The perspective of a rock</title>
			<description>My first real story!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/705471/</link>
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			<title>Fishing</title>
			<description>The ocean is almost as forgien to me as snow would be to someone from Pheonix.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/703240/</link>
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			<title>Math class</title>
			<description>I really, really dislike math.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/694302/</link>
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			<title>If I could.</title>
			<description>Gonna die, but I have no fear.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/690902/</link>
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			<title>Mirror Mirror</title>
			<description>We will not destroy you, no we will not destroy you.
I have a distinct dislike for mirrors.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/689933/</link>
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			<title>Marionette</title>
			<description>I get up in the morning, to the beat of the drum</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/689741/</link>
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			<title>Contrast</title>
			<description>I hate the city, but love the prairie. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/689145/</link>
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			<title>Freedom?</title>
			<description>The grass is always greener...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/688211/</link>
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			<title>Blind</title>
			<description>Don't you ever feel like the world can see something you cannot?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/687789/</link>
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			<title>Zebra </title>
			<description>The closest I have ever come to writing a love poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/687229/</link>
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			<title>Sanctum</title>
			<description>When does the sanctuary become the prison?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686627/</link>
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			<title>Untitled.</title>
			<description>Could this possibly be ANY more melodramatic? I don't think so.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686448/</link>
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			<title>The door</title>
			<description>I can't write anything cheerful to save my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686445/</link>
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			<title>Calgary</title>
			<description>My reality.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686434/</link>
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			<title>The room where you sleep</title>
			<description>Death sucks.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686389/</link>
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			<title>Identity</title>
			<description>I have at least 7 different people floating around inside of me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686270/</link>
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			<title>Friends</title>
			<description>People drift. Some further than others.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686151/</link>
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			<title>The voices</title>
			<description>I hear voices.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686126/</link>
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			<title>Beauty</title>
			<description>Not everything pretty is beautiful.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686004/</link>
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			<title>Dream</title>
			<description>Don't you wonder where your mind goes while your body rests?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/686003/</link>
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			<title>The victim</title>
			<description>People aren't always nice.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/685388/</link>
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			<title>Your hug</title>
			<description>The safest place in the world to be is in someone else's arms.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/685272/</link>
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			<title>Dancing</title>
			<description>Sometimes I dance with dead people.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/685254/</link>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>Nothing gold can stay.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/685252/</link>
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			<title>Ruatha</title>
			<description>In a ruined, once grand ballroomWith cobwebs drooping lowSits a lonely quiet girl&amp;nbsp;Her head is buried in her filthy torn dressThat still retains the shimmer of silkAnd her gaunt shoulders shake&amp;nbsp;With the weight of tears unshedWords unsaid and emotions repressed.The ruined..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/685248/</link>
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			<title>Merry Christmas</title>
			<description>My family is dysfunctional.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/685232/</link>
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			<title>Spinning</title>
			<description>I like to go in circles</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/685227/</link>
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			<title>Kneeling</title>
			<description>The short abreviated version of my 'spiritual' journey</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crayon/685221/</link>
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