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		<description>The original writings of author Armrose</description>
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			<title>Fee Fie Fo Fum</title>
			<description>A dark twist on a feature of a child's storybook</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armrose/2820953/</link>
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			<title>Don't judge me by my cover</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m about to tell you a story &amp;#2013266048;&quot; or rather, a bunch of short stories - of chaos, of horror, of redemption and the unexpected. It&amp;rsquo;ll make you laugh, it&amp;rsquo;ll make you cry and it will make you desperate in your pursuit of experiencing what I have. Don&amp;rsquo;t be jealous now,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armrose/2818847/</link>
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			<title>Don't judge me by my cover</title>
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			<title>Abuse</title>
			<description>I amnot a mistake, I made a mistake,Thesame one any eleven year old would make.Eventhough I felt I was the one to blame,Anyoneas vulnerable as me would have done to same.Atrusted figure became a looming shadow,Mistakenfeelings, addictive as tobacco.Butevery cigarette ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armrose/2011740/</link>
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			<title>Disaster</title>
			<description>Awicked man made of jelly,Ridiculoushair and sized belly.Fistsof steel and tongue of thunder,Butmind was left clueless to wonder.Threepiece suit of darkest greys,Bringingout his crazy ways.Fightingwhere there is no war,Leavingthe helpless to the floor.Crue..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armrose/2010737/</link>
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			<title>Anxiety</title>
			<description>Anxiety. It makes you fall apart,It brings you pain, it breaks thine heart.It brings a tremble, shiver, shake,But all of these feel like an earthquake.It's loss of hope, it's absolute sorrow,It makes you fear the day tomorrow.It shatters confidence, can make you shy,Make you ask, oh why, oh why?Anxi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armrose/1987069/</link>
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			<title>Torment</title>
			<description>This is my reflection on a past experience...it is brief and I may add to it if people are interested to hear more. Sorry if it is bad.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armrose/1985353/</link>
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			<title>Breathe</title>
			<description>A poem for anxiety</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Armrose/1985091/</link>
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