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		<title>Tena Luvs | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Tena Luvs</description>
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			<title>Yourself</title>
			<description>Time for a change, we all shed our skin (habits, parts of ourselves we&amp;rsquo;ve neglected or become oblivious to.) In the pursuit of happiness we tend to engage in unhealthy rituals without realizing the true nature ofIt&amp;rsquo;s capabilities and affect on us.  True happiness comes when you let go ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2840108/</link>
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			<title>Return to me </title>
			<description>As an adult there is no denying that we all escape back to those moments of our childhood that made us happiest most </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2840105/</link>
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			<description>CH. 1
Thesius: I wokeup feeling like my life is falling apart...I had such a clear view of what I wanted. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2802812/</link>
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			<title>Innocence </title>
			<description>If there is a perfect world. It would be kindness towards one another&amp;hellip;. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2802628/</link>
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			<title>Grandma</title>
			<description>She often told me stories of her younger years  and how much she longed for her  youth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2802626/</link>
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			<title>In another time</title>
			<description>Have you ever met someone and when your eyes meet time stood still? It&amp;rsquo;s as though you remember each other from life times ago&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2802625/</link>
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			<title>Free</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve always been a free bird,challenging those in authority who thought their way of life was the only way. I never understood as I followed my heart. And I didn&amp;rsquo;t care, I challenged everyoneBecause of my own curiosity and I am proud of itI&amp;rsquo;ve experienced so much in life ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2802623/</link>
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			<title>Hello old friend </title>
			<description>I have been away for a while old friend, with not a poem to write or a saying in site. With all the happiness and sadness in my life I have found myself lost in the calamities of humanity. With It&amp;rsquo;s excitement, beauty, lost and despair it as left me confused..but I will not loose hope. I&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2802622/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Have you ever thought of when times stood still. When all you did was bask in bliss&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/2802335/</link>
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			<title>Naked </title>
			<description>A quick read for the soul</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1347385/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful Girls</title>
			<description>dedicated to all the beautiful girls, </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1318416/</link>
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			<title>Terrace</title>
			<description>I wrote this from waking up from a dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1318310/</link>
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			<title>The Struggle</title>
			<description>We all want to fight for love, even in desperate circumstances.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1318237/</link>
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			<title>Dancing Silhouttes</title>
			<description>Wondering moon, gazing lips, and starry eyes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1317960/</link>
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			<title>A sense of Desperation</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote a long time ago, about my aching heart. I was so troubled than... and nobody knew. They were just outsiders looking in. They had no clue what my 5 year relationship was like.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1317417/</link>
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			<title>Missing you ( Military wife)</title>
			<description>In the darkest hour I stand by the moonlight and yearn for prescence,You must be sleeping away, away&amp;nbsp;from all the terrible things you've seen,The terrible screams you've heard....Escape now&amp;nbsp; my love,In dreams where&amp;nbsp;the birds sing in joy and the palm trees sway asthe ocean ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1143526/</link>
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			<title>Departed</title>
			<description>Pale and lifeless, with the forbidden color red as I remembered his face. The red color of agony and despair as I recalled it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1141974/</link>
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			<title>memories 2</title>
			<description> Feb 10 1985&amp;nbsp; &quot;Why do you have to act like this Kimy?&quot;  &quot;Act like what Gage? Like a normal human being?&quot; She stared me dead in the eye furiously waiting for my answer. I didn't want to reply. &amp;nbsp; &quot;Your mom is going to get upset if you stay here any longer I think you should go home.&quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1141674/</link>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The grey and silver strands in my hair only reminded me of the last four years I've wasted, the last few years I've neglected, as I busy drowning myself in my own guilt and agony. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could rewrite these memories if I only held the power. These bitter memories, they'll never leave m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1141418/</link>
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			<title>Twin Flames</title>
			<description>A love story....Hi guys, I appreciate any feedback enjoy and thank you

Gage has always kept Kimy dearest to his heart. Both their parents happened to move to a  town in Missouri on the same day while</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/1128833/</link>
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			<title>Death</title>
			<description>I painted your picture in my head,For so long you haven't gone,Your face locked away in the deepest corner of my heart, Still here withstanding of us falling apart,Have you known all along that you'll capture me? Every part of me?Have you known all along how much I'd fall?Falling in love..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/704127/</link>
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			<title>Morning rise</title>
			<description>Stay, let&amp;rsquo;s make love till morning, Let us kiss and caress.I want to feel your every touch, penetrating my mind till I had enough.Beneath my skin can you feel the lust, spilling out with emotions erupting withpassion?Do you feel what I feel?The pleasure? The urging hot dew of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/697273/</link>
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			<title>In the dark</title>
			<description>I awake at the peak of dawn, reaching for my long black hair,But to see your lovely fingers tangled in them,your breathing soft and sound as the moon shines in, a breath taking crimson.I dare not remove my hair for your hands were always meant to be there....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/693927/</link>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>a prologue</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tenaluvs/693118/</link>
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