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			<title>He Was Crucified</title>
			<description>That purposefully spilled waterAs the blood from his palmsSoaked the crossThe promise forever rememberedUpon that hill&amp;nbsp;Under the rays of the hottest sunSo now we must eternally present ourselves&amp;nbsp;By being immersed in his greatest creation&amp;nbsp;Water, always made holyBy the tips of his toes&amp;..</description>
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			<title>The Minds of a Princess</title>
			<description>Snow White was humbleAurora was kindCinderella was gracious&amp;nbsp;And Pocahontas used her mindMerida was braveMulan a strong soulBelle loved to readWhile Moana would not behave&amp;nbsp;Each princess, taught us a lesson&amp;nbsp;A moral if you will&amp;nbsp;Strong and able women&amp;nbsp;Whose heads gave them strong..</description>
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			<title>The World Around Us</title>
			<description>Society, stop being obtuse!!We are not one size fits all&amp;nbsp;We are all different&amp;nbsp;Our own morals and values&amp;nbsp;Your overt attempt, to make us all the sameTo do the same things, dress the same, eat the sameWhile you commandeer what shows we watch, who we idolize, what we readLet us be who we ..</description>
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			<title>You Will Always Love Her</title>
			<description>You feel your face tense upBecause your little sister is being a nuisance&amp;nbsp;She&amp;rsquo;s following you, begging to play barbiesShe admires you, and loves you greatly&amp;nbsp;But as a teen, life becomes busyA lot of pressure sits on your shoulders&amp;nbsp;Exams, activities, school dramaAnd she can&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>The Creature</title>
			<description>Charcoal like skin, rough and crumblyRed glowing eyes, peering at meThe nails over a foot long, cracking and breaking off in pieces&amp;nbsp;His putrid breath permeating the air before usHis ginormous feet pounding behind meAs I try to escape his grasp</description>
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			<title>The Asylum</title>
			<description>They&amp;rsquo;re always yelling&amp;nbsp;Screaming evil thoughts in my headI shake and shiver in my cotAmongst the other child patients&amp;nbsp;All I see is darkness and painAs I try to stay alert, but keep getting dragged backForever haunted by the sound of deranged laughter, and dainty feetThe doctor is com..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2786886/</link>
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			<title>The Marrried Man I Love</title>
			<description>I see him, see his lustHe wants me, but is married&amp;nbsp;I know his wife doesn&amp;rsquo;t meet his needs&amp;nbsp;He flirts with me, sneaks his glancesI&amp;rsquo;m dressed to impress, in my heels and low cut topsLeaning over his desk, watching him take me inEach day, I get closer, teasing him with my eyes&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>The Remainder of Your Grip</title>
			<description>You refuse to leaveClinging to me&amp;nbsp;Holding what&amp;rsquo;s left of me together&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m stretching and reaching&amp;nbsp;Try to grow, but sabotaged by my fearOf letting go of the shellThat was the old meRusty, yet now shiny and newI must be willing to change&amp;nbsp;For I don&amp;rsquo;t know what the f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2786396/</link>
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			<title>The Father You Were Not</title>
			<description>I thought you&amp;rsquo;d be there&amp;nbsp;Through the years of my life&amp;nbsp;From walking me down the aisleTo holding your grandchildren&amp;nbsp;Yet you betrayed me&amp;nbsp;In the worst way possible&amp;nbsp;Now all I have are the memories&amp;nbsp;The internal scars you left on my heart&amp;nbsp;That I still attempt to hea..</description>
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			<title>A Sundae Bar on Sunday</title>
			<description>Christianity is an open barA Sundae bar that is&amp;nbsp;All the flavors, laid out before youYou may choose something nutty, or complexYou can mix and match tooCotton candy or chocolate are like worship and the wordDifferent pieces of the same puzzle&amp;nbsp;Different flavors but all sweetAll that matters ..</description>
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			<title>The Mail Carrier</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m the middle manI receive packages and envelopes, for many neighborhoods&amp;nbsp;I pass important messages, persuasive advertisements, letters from loved onesI feel like I&amp;rsquo;m important&amp;nbsp;Crucial for keeping us correspondence&amp;nbsp;Because I am always working&amp;nbsp;Whether it&amp;rsquo;s snowi..</description>
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			<title>Who They Are to Us</title>
			<description>Snow White was humbleAurora was kindCinderella was gracious&amp;nbsp;And Pocahontas used her mindMerida was braveMulan a strong soulBelle loved to readWhile Moana would not behave&amp;nbsp;Each princess, taught us a lesson&amp;nbsp;A moral if you will&amp;nbsp;Strong and able women&amp;nbsp;Whose ..</description>
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			<title>This Love We Share</title>
			<description>The dusky sky, above our headsThe sun descending, the stars showing&amp;nbsp;We cuddle, wrapped together in our throwI breathe in your scent, as you rub my shoulder&amp;nbsp;Right here and now, only we exist&amp;nbsp;Our love turned enchanting marriage&amp;nbsp;I feel as if I&amp;rsquo;ve known you all my l..</description>
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			<title>Our Leaders Who Control Us</title>
			<description>Society, stop being obtuse!!We are not one size fits all&amp;nbsp;We are all different&amp;nbsp;Our own morals and values&amp;nbsp;Your overt attempt, to make us all the sameTo do the same things, dress the same, eat the sameWhile you commandeer what shows we watch, who we idolize, what we readLet..</description>
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			<title>The First Dance of Mine</title>
			<description>On pointe, bright lights&amp;nbsp;My makeup up slightly drippingSweat gleaming on my foreheadThis year I got the big solo&amp;nbsp;I have worked hard, practiced constantly&amp;nbsp;Not I&amp;rsquo;m here, in my lace costume&amp;nbsp;With a flowy skirt, &amp;amp; sweetheart neckline&amp;nbsp;I feel ever so gracefu..</description>
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			<title>The Chance to Change Everything</title>
			<description>I awake, a man in a cloak beside meI lie on the dew soaked grass&amp;ldquo;Where are we?! I dare askThe cloaked man points &amp;ldquo;Do you enter or not?&amp;rdquo;I look ahead, at a glowing portal, a door carved into the high peakI shudder from the chill in the air&amp;nbsp;Not knowing what lies behin..</description>
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			<title>Being the Oldest</title>
			<description>You feel your face tense upBecause your little sister is being a nuisance&amp;nbsp;She&amp;rsquo;s following you, begging to play barbiesShe admires you, and loves you greatly&amp;nbsp;But as a teen, life becomes busyA lot of pressure sits on your shoulders&amp;nbsp;Exams, activities, school dramaAnd ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2777943/</link>
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			<title>Cast Aside My Safety for Her</title>
			<description>My feet feel stuck, in the soilBefore me, is a bridge&amp;nbsp;A worn down and unsafe looking bridge&amp;nbsp;And on the other side is my long lost sister&amp;nbsp;I want to grasp her hand, drag her to safety&amp;nbsp;But the rickety bridge terrifies meI fear it will break, and I will fall to the depths..</description>
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			<title>The Chilly Season</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m out and about, in the snowy fieldThe green grass looks pristine with a layer of white&amp;nbsp;I build a snowman, who smile like no other manRubbing my arms to heat up and beat the coldI slowly walk to my door, now chilled to the coreGrab my favorite mug, while my pup and I hug&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Your Mom and Angel</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve seen you cry, when you think of herWhen you remember her on EarthRaising you, loving and teaching you as you grew upWhen you see other&amp;rsquo;s moms on tvOr think of our future together&amp;nbsp;Knowing she&amp;rsquo;s not here to be a part of itBut she is a witness in the heavensYou..</description>
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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>In our lowest daysWe saw each otherOur eyes metAcross that crowded roomI felt a warmth on my faceA blush I hadn&amp;rsquo;t felt in a whileYou were so quiet, and had a cute smileLittle did I know that would be first of manyTimes that you would make me feel like the only girl aliveI did..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2769132/</link>
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			<title>What Good is Love, To a Heart Made of Stone?</title>
			<description>You break me down yet again&amp;nbsp;Just so it will build you upMy heart breaks, my mind cracksMy fears and pain spill out&amp;nbsp;You laugh, while still looking perfect&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m slowly breaking into pieces&amp;nbsp;From an endless battle&amp;nbsp;Of torment, and manipulative destruction&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>The Gun is the Accessory, Not the Killer</title>
			<description>Warm metalThe smell lingering on my skinUsed to destroy othersBlamed for deaths galore&amp;nbsp;The bullets in the bodyShoot out rapidly&amp;nbsp;No care for the person&amp;nbsp;On either side&amp;nbsp;Just an associate of murder&amp;nbsp;The person holding itIs the real killer</description>
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			<title>When We Visited the Pumpkin Patch</title>
			<description>We were in a placeWhere many gatheredWe conquered the muddy maze together&amp;nbsp;We chewed on fried foodAnd enjoyed succulent treatsCuddling against the outdoor chillEnjoying and making memories&amp;nbsp;As we selected our first pumpkins to carveWe anticipated going homeWatching movies..</description>
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			<title>The Generation of Technology</title>
			<description>We are sucked into the glare&amp;nbsp;Of our luminescent screensConcerned, what to wearWho we can &amp;amp; cannot talk toExpected to get our parents&amp;nbsp;Following others like sheepAn insult can be uploaded in a secondWithout a name behind itAble to spread liesAnd not be punished&amp;nbsp;W..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2769126/</link>
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			<title>Even Extroverts Need Space</title>
			<description>The overwhelming gripOn my too soft heartSeeing all the pain and suffering&amp;nbsp;Drifting around the world, to find more victims&amp;nbsp;Sink it&amp;rsquo;s teeth into their vulnerability&amp;nbsp;Trying to pass it from one person to another&amp;nbsp;I keep my grip on their handTo absorb the pain they..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2769125/</link>
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			<title>For Our Veterans</title>
			<description>in honor of Veterans Day</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2769124/</link>
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			<title>The Last Moment</title>
			<description>Struggling&amp;nbsp;Can&amp;rsquo;t breathe&amp;nbsp;Try to, only inhale dust&amp;nbsp;My weakened spirit&amp;nbsp;Breaking piece by pieceMy heart, coldFrom the lack of warmth in the worldI feel like I can no longer thriveBut only exist&amp;nbsp;If &amp;amp; when things go rightOne more swallow of airIf I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2769123/</link>
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			<title>When I Became Homeless</title>
			<description>a poem about a hardship I faced</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2768991/</link>
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			<title>MLK Jr. Still Lives</title>
			<description>A poem about a man who changed history</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2768990/</link>
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			<title>Normal is Impossible</title>
			<description>Inside my mindThere are dials, knobs and switchesSome turned to far left, some upside downSome control my thoughts, scrambling to sound intelligentSome move my emotions, on the internal rollercoaster of my mindSome control the annoying things I tell myself when I'm aloneSometimes the reset button is..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2765528/</link>
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			<title>Burning Desire</title>
			<description>My love life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/2003367/</link>
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			<title>My Step into Recovery</title>
			<description>A look at my recovery </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1988081/</link>
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			<title>Heart Set on God</title>
			<description>A poem about my realization </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1985544/</link>
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			<title>Lost Love</title>
			<description>A poem of lost love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1982037/</link>
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			<title>Babysitting</title>
			<description>A descriptive essay of this task</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1981790/</link>
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			<title>What She Thinks</title>
			<description>How a girl sees herself differently than her man</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1978747/</link>
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			<title>Oceans</title>
			<description>A metaphor of how I feel</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1974920/</link>
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			<title>Vows</title>
			<description>How I imagine our wedding </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1974602/</link>
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			<title>Half or Whole</title>
			<description>How we look at a glass</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1973250/</link>
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			<title>Outside Looking In</title>
			<description>A look at our views of others</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1969900/</link>
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			<title>Free Like a Bird</title>
			<description>Rebecca's introduced to civilization </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1969581/</link>
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			<title>My Past</title>
			<description>Discussion of memories</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1969548/</link>
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			<title>Home Sweet Home</title>
			<description>A nice opinion of moving </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1968025/</link>
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			<title>My Escape</title>
			<description>Rebecca escapes from the lab</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1966315/</link>
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			<title>Until the Last Minute </title>
			<description>A description of major depression </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1966196/</link>
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			<title>Last Time</title>
			<description>I lie alone in the rumpled sheets, with tear streaked cheeks. He has left me for the last time. I grab at my clothes and slip them on with ease. I hastily write him a note without a single term of endearment.  I go to the bathroom, put on my face and snip my hair just so. No more lies, or half assed..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1965968/</link>
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			<title>Terrors</title>
			<description>A look into my schizophrenia </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1965945/</link>
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			<title>First Chance</title>
			<description>When Rebecca has her first chance to escape</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1965929/</link>
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			<title>Trapped by the Government</title>
			<description>Idea is similar to plot of Stranger Things but with a humanoid twist</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/savigirl14/1965925/</link>
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