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		<description>The original writings of author Attaxer</description>
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			<title>Dammed Butterflies</title>
			<description>They wont stop floating around inside.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/716482/</link>
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			<title>Tendrils and the Flower</title>
			<description>Every single time I do thisthe loneliness creeps inA tendril in my darkest hourMost times, there is nothing to cut into that darkness.Nothing to pull me out of that despair.This time however,There is a flower.I will protect that flower as long as it lives.Now I take a risk.If she is the right girl, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/712538/</link>
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			<title>To her Father</title>
			<description>If I had the chance to talk to you.You might ask me what my intentions were with your daughter.I would tell you.I want her to be happy.I think she deserves that much.I believe I was put on this earth to make her happy.I believe that is the reason I exist.He would nod at me and tell me that those wer..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/711576/</link>
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			<title>First Embrace</title>
			<description>Oh so sweet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/711425/</link>
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			<title>Knowledge of You</title>
			<description>All I wanna do...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/710960/</link>
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			<title>She's Antisocial</title>
			<description>Contact.That first moment when,&amp;nbsp;	After the painstaking process of figuring out who this girl is and how to reach her,You finally get a reply back from one of your text messages.	Inside your head you've been wondering why it took so long,but in your heart there are so many butterflies about that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/710696/</link>
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			<title>Dear Amanda</title>
			<description>A letter from my friend to his 'girlfriend' while he was in basic training.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/710632/</link>
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			<title>So what do you think?</title>
			<description>So here lately, I have been asking everyone what they think about my poems.I mean, I enjoy them.I want others to enjoy them as much as I do.Sometimes.&amp;nbsp;Like right now.&amp;nbsp;I just don't give a f**k what you think about my writing.I'm not writing for you.I'm not writing for them..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/710457/</link>
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			<title>Painful scales on my major joints</title>
			<description>These scales...On my kneesOn my elbows.On my arms.On my legs.They only really hurt sometimes.But every time I see them.I realize how ugly I really am.I just wish they would go away.Stupid jackass scales.Just leave me alone and go away.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/710368/</link>
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			<title>Self-esteem issues are the root of all evil.</title>
			<description>True Story Bro.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/710139/</link>
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			<title>Goodness is a relative term.</title>
			<description>Gracious me...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/709690/</link>
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			<title>Until then, I'll be sitting right here.</title>
			<description>&quot; From his couch he rides alone&quot;- Max Bemis</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/709537/</link>
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			<title> your standard stereotypical poem about a guy being home alone and bored...</title>
			<description>You can scratch my poems of as nothing but nonsense.&amp;nbsp;But I can promise you, they mean more to me than to be simply passed off as such.		However.I keep labeling my poems as nonsense.Here's why.I want to captivate those readers who understand that no poet is really spending their time writing non..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/709469/</link>
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			<title>Canine Misunderstandings of the Feline Psyche</title>
			<description>Lemme lay something down for you.	If a Dog,and	and a&amp;nbsp;Cat.Were to.....			Fall in love.What would it look like from the outside?Abomination!			NO!Impossible!&amp;nbsp;Feline shouts of distaste would hiss in this particular cats ears.			Forever.Despicable			Wrong!Inconceivable!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/709447/</link>
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			<title>Worldly reflections on Otherworldly Intentions</title>
			<description> My bad....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/708897/</link>
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			<title>A Cute Face and a Thousand Knives</title>
			<description>So much metaphorical blood.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/708213/</link>
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			<title>Accidental Car Diving</title>
			<description>Bummer...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/707546/</link>
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			<title>4 A.M.</title>
			<description>Incoherent ramblings</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/707223/</link>
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			<title>Listen to what I have to f*****g say!</title>
			<description>Alright all you little pompous a******s running around thinking you're hot s**t.Yes... I AM talking you you. Guy who just cut me off.&amp;nbsp;And to YOU who stand behind me when I'm trying to order some god damn food tapping your foot.Gosh.... I am so sick and tired of your s**t man.All you people in t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Attaxer/707219/</link>
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