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			<title>Skin</title>
			<description>Midnight thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1970734/</link>
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			<title>Feed Your Mind</title>
			<description>Feed Your MindA healthy body eats very well,It is given nutrients, food that's alive.I want to feed my mind!I want to feed it well.Nothing beats Mother Nature's cooking,Her secret ingredient is a dash of soul.But food from the mind of a human...It's artificial. No room for life.I want to feed my min..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1956667/</link>
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			<title>A Bike Ride </title>
			<description>A Bike Ride&amp;nbsp;Today I chose to ride my bike.&amp;nbsp;Which I have not done in a while.I sat on the seat on this warm day,And pushed forward on the pedal.&amp;nbsp;I felt the bike begin to move forward,As I am doing right now, in my life.&amp;nbsp;Two thin wheels keep me balanced,If they so fail, I will fall..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1955653/</link>
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			<title>Waves</title>
			<description>WavesStanding knee deep in the water,I feel the water rush past my legs. I feel the cool water tickle my skin,And the sand caress my feet. Waves never stop, they never end.The day it ends, the world will too.They are dancing to an everlasting song. Going nowhere and somewhere all at once.This very y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1954452/</link>
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			<title>You Make Me</title>
			<description>You Make MeGod, you saved me. Saved me from myself.My mind, polluted with darkness and distaste. My life would be over, but you recovered it.You pushed me back in time to my birth.With you I am an infant. I stare at an open field,There are so many places I can go because of you.You rewired my brain ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1953370/</link>
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			<title>Lights in a WindStorm</title>
			<description>Relevant to the times. Scary times. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949729/</link>
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			<title>Intimacy </title>
			<description>Not just between lovers. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949159/</link>
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			<title>The Wick and the Flower Pot</title>
			<description>From a writers work shop </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949157/</link>
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			<title>Baptism </title>
			<description>I got baptized this year. I wrote this while I was playing with the idea. It has not been a mistake, I can tell you that. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949156/</link>
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			<title>Where Does it Go?</title>
			<description>Wrote this when I was in a bad place. I thought I was going crazy. 
This is why I love writing. It organizes our thoughts. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949154/</link>
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			<title>The Man Who Loved </title>
			<description>For us love addicts out there. Sometimes its our downfall. 
Tip; don't force. Trust God and go with the flow. As they say; &quot;good things come to those who wait&quot;. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949152/</link>
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			<title>Lady of the Night </title>
			<description>No real lady involved, just a metaphor. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949151/</link>
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			<title>Bottles </title>
			<description>Bottles Let&amp;rsquo;s take some wine bottles,And turn them into goggles.Sure, the glass will break our skin.But our vision will be tainted.When you can&amp;rsquo;t see, you can feel,You feel the life flow through your veins.Your lungs inflate like balloons,Your thoughts blow away in the wind.We&amp;rsquo;ll b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949148/</link>
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			<title>A Night I will Never Forget</title>
			<description>Everything that can go wrong does go wrong for Chris. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949146/</link>
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			<title>Post Cards from Holly </title>
			<description>Postcards From Holly	Here I am, sitting alone in a diner booth. Well, I guess you couldn&amp;rsquo;t say that I&amp;rsquo;m alone. I am waiting on someone.Yet, for now I sit here by myself. It is embarrassing when waitresses and waiters display a sympathetic smile as they pass on by you. 		&amp;ldquo;You ready ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949132/</link>
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			<title>The Girl With One Eye</title>
			<description>The Girl With One Eye 	It was the morning of my first day of third grade. I sat at the kitchen table looking at the Funnies in the newspaper as my mother prepared her coffee for a long day of work. My mother always says that she absolutely needs her coffee or else she will fall over. I do admire her..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949131/</link>
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			<title>David </title>
			<description>I did this for a workshop. We had to write a story based on a song. I chose the song &quot;David&quot; by Passenger. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OriginalsbyJen/1949127/</link>
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