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		<description>The original writings of author Melissa</description>
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			<title>In Your Eye</title>
			<description>You gazed into my eyes,and I saw my own reflection.Her smile was uninhibited love.Her eyes, guileless and trusting.Her hands reminded you of little birds.She ran laughing through the rain,&amp;nbsp;as it soaked through her sun dress, unabashed.You gazed lovingly into my eyesand I gazed back,trapped like..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanco/2059530/</link>
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			<title>Summer</title>
			<description>She is calloused feet and golden skinShe is honeysuckle and saltShe is a time before there was sinand freedom unfettered by faultShe is adventure on knobby kneesShe is wild tangles of hairShe is climbing up the oldest treesto smell the sweet summer air</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanco/2054946/</link>
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			<title>Good Girl</title>
			<description>I challenged myself to write about a pleasant childhood memory... This is what came out. Not quite what I had aimed for. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanco/2054913/</link>
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			<title>Safe</title>
			<description>He cracked open his sternumand pried apart his ribs.&quot;I have made you a home.&quot;He closed his ribs carefully around her,&quot;for safe keeping,&quot;and sewed shut his skin. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanco/2053715/</link>
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			<title>Birth</title>
			<description>When the girl died,no one was watching her.No one memorialized her.Only the baby cried.No one mourned her for weeks,and even then, only secretly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanco/2051905/</link>
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			<title>Hello</title>
			<description>Where did you go?Or was it I who left?I feel you come inand test the limits of my skin.Electricity. Relief. Fear.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanco/1938518/</link>
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			<title>Star</title>
			<description>Sugar, she moves her body, soft and round and roundSugar, sweet and smooth,She loves the money,&amp;nbsp;loves the music, loves the sound of her name.She says, &quot;Mama, I feel like a star!Mama, they love me, they come just to see me, they click on the clack of my heels!&quot;Mama sees dollar signs where her da..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanco/1938394/</link>
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			<title>Touch</title>
			<description>Your every touch is electrifying.The untrained hands are trouble,But prudent fingers, controlled chaos. Touches that say nothing, but mean more,An intentional act with accidental contactOr a properly placed, careless caress,You can keep an ear forever, Penning infinity with a finger tip. &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Meanco/1938392/</link>
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