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		<title>A. J. Kingsley | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author A. J. Kingsley</description>
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			<title>Crazy</title>
			<description>One of the downsides of studying mental health is that you learn that your brain can contort the truth. Kinda makes you feel crazy...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/2135872/</link>
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			<title>Not Your Dream (Redone)</title>
			<description>One of my older poems rewritten in the style of a Shakespearean sonnet </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/2124000/</link>
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			<title>Tourniquet (Redone)</title>
			<description>I turned my original poem Tourniquet into an Italian sonnet</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/2123999/</link>
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			<title>Mirror Girl</title>
			<description>A poem about self reflection</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/2123998/</link>
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			<title>Your Best</title>
			<description>alternatively titled &quot;Screw off dad&quot; but that's not very poetic so</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/2123991/</link>
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			<title>Average</title>
			<description>I've never been the 4.0 student,not the team captain, or the star of the show.I've never won first place,or been picked out among the crowd.I tried being odd thinking that would make me specialbut it turns out I'm not.It's funny, being told your whole life you're one thingonly to discover that, no, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/2123989/</link>
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			<title>Life's Glass</title>
			<description>A sort of reflection on my past self, and the acceptance of my current self.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/2123988/</link>
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			<title>Clutter</title>
			<description>Came up with this poem as a metaphor for a friend to explain how mentally stressed and overwhelmed I was. They got the idea</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/2123987/</link>
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			<title>Relapse</title>
			<description>Sometimes people are as toxic as a drug, and just as hard to quit.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1951014/</link>
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			<title>White Lines</title>
			<description>Invisible ink that no one seems to see.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1944979/</link>
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			<title>Tourniquet</title>
			<description>Noun: A device for stopping the flow of blood through a vein or artery</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1943121/</link>
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			<title>Oxygen</title>
			<description>When people say they feel like they're drowning, sometimes they know exactly what they're saying. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1942920/</link>
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			<title>Dark Shadow</title>
			<description>It will always follow.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1939450/</link>
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			<title>Keys</title>
			<description>The line between pain and relief has become a thin oneI enjoy the static that flows with my tearsUnsure which pain is worseI unlocked a door that can never be closedThe keys are in my hand running back and forthBack and forthBack and forthSomeone stop my handsThey've felt the static andThey like it&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1938264/</link>
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			<title>Liar</title>
			<description>When a soldier loses faith in the war they are fighting, all they have becomes turmoil.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1938257/</link>
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			<title>Family Fades</title>
			<description>We're told that blood is thicker than water&amp;nbsp;but blood can still be washed away.Nothing is eternalnot even the bond of relations.It may last while we are youngbut all bridges left unburned will still decay with time.The only fondness that comes with distance and absenceis that between ourselves ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1924902/</link>
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			<title>Love You, Loved You</title>
			<description>The aftermath of a broken heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1922315/</link>
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			<title>Wild Ride</title>
			<description>Life is a roller-coaster. Not all roller-coasters are fun...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1922295/</link>
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			<title>Fierce</title>
			<description>Something written a few months back</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1922293/</link>
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			<title>Freedom</title>
			<description>Something I wrote about a year ago</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1922064/</link>
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			<title>Not Your Dream</title>
			<description>The poem that inspired &quot;The Possession You Call Love&quot;. Once hidden in a journal, now it's here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1922060/</link>
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			<title>Did you know?</title>
			<description>So many questions and regrets of words left unsaid. Did they know?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1921482/</link>
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			<title>The Dance of Achilles and Phoebe  </title>
			<description>Achilles means 'pain', Phoebe means 'bright, pure'. This is how I visualized my desire to self harm and my need to stop.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1921345/</link>
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			<title>The Possession You Call Love</title>
			<description>The vicious cycle of abusive relationships</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1897354/</link>
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			<title>The Right Response</title>
			<description>I wrote this on a particularly stressful day of school. People would ask how I was and when I was honest about how I was feeling I was reprimanded, or told others had it worse. This was the result.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1897352/</link>
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			<title>Season's Stories Tell</title>
			<description>This is for him, may you find the girl who's right for you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegraceharper/1897331/</link>
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