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			<title>Names that define</title>
			<description>The society has the perfect image of how a person should be and if one's character shows even the slightest difference they judge us. They define us without even trying to understand us.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenJohn/2055457/</link>
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			<title>Little did i know</title>
			<description>The pain of realizing that the one you love is in love with someone else.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenJohn/2040288/</link>
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			<title>Anticipation</title>
			<description>Even if years pass by i will wait for that one person.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenJohn/2037701/</link>
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			<title>Eternal Love</title>
			<description>As the sun comes up seekingthe moon goes into hiding&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they both play the perfect&amp;nbsp;game of hide and seek&amp;nbsp;the only difference is thatthegame never seems to cease&amp;nbsp;news of the visit travels fast&amp;nbsp;the moon comes up searching&amp;nbsp;and the sun goes back in vain&amp;nbsp;they d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenJohn/2003039/</link>
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			<title>Thorns</title>
			<description>A garden full of red rosesis what her innocent eyes sawexcited, she entered&amp;nbsp;the gardenfailing to notice&amp;nbsp;the thornssharp as knives they caressed herbut she didn't&amp;nbsp;bother the painfor she was mesmerized&amp;nbsp;andhoped everything would be fineshe slowly reached the very coreenveloped by fl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenJohn/1972921/</link>
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			<title>Serenity in the chaos</title>
			<description>Our English professor asked us to write a poem about what we love the most in our college ...and this is what i wrote...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenJohn/1970193/</link>
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			<title>When I need u</title>
			<description>When u miss that special one...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenJohn/1931559/</link>
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			<title>What used to be..</title>
			<description>When one holds on to something that Is on the edge of being lost and forgotten...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KarenJohn/1927517/</link>
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