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			<title>The Garden</title>
			<description>Led through the mistBy the milk-light of moonAll that was lost is revealedOur long bygone burdensMere echoes of the springBut where have where we come and where shall we end?If dreams can't come truethen why not pretend...How the gentle windBeckons through the leavesAs Autumn colors Fall...Somewhere..</description>
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			<title>patient is the night</title>
			<description>Along the fields of straw and stoverClocked in 'til the work day's overTime&amp;rsquo;s a gentle stream, longer than it seemsPatient is the nightHow I long to see her face nowHer starry moonlit gaze nowI know she&amp;rsquo;s never late, still anxiously I waitPatient is the nightI know she's never late, stil..</description>
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			<title>- cars and telephones -</title>
			<description>I read the pages about meIn her autobiographyThey were brief and to the pointA flash while you are getting dressedA memory that needs to be repressedI'll just wait until it's overSince you've gone awayI never know just what to saySince you've gone awayI never know just what to sayBecause I like cars..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wondernarcissist/1953669/</link>
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			<title>~chapter one: first day~</title>
			<description>	I breathed heavily, staring at myself in the mirror, my cold eyes looking into the copy, and my face drenched with water.	&quot;First f*****g day of school&quot; I groaned, &quot;I hate school.&quot;	I wiped my face of the water that I had used to clean my face of sleep. I walked from the bathroom and to my own room, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wondernarcissist/1952672/</link>
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			<title>~sleepyhead~</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wondernarcissist/1952667/</link>
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			<title>- the sky -</title>
			<description>i may or may not have cried while writing this</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wondernarcissist/1952558/</link>
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			<title>- your pretty porcelain face -</title>
			<description>i tried out some freestyle because i was told to.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wondernarcissist/1950565/</link>
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			<title>- fights -</title>
			<description>i wrote this about my two friends who wont stop fighting</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wondernarcissist/1950138/</link>
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			<title>The Island</title>
			<description>Far, Far away, there is an island.Oh, this place just keeps me smiling.The beautiful colours of the sky,my heart melting in the ocean....The loneliness, however, makes me cry.My tears fall so fast that I cannot keep in motion.I'm drowning,falling,frowning....My lungs pool with the salt water; I can'..</description>
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