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			<title>Tired</title>
			<description>She's probably just tiredBut deep underneath those eye bags are days of sleepless nightsBags so heavy from holding back a flood of tearsSo tired of seeing her heart so brokenTill eventually resting them&amp;nbsp;And yet waking up puffier than before they fell asleepHer eyes a little sad than usualShe's ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ropafadzo/2173165/</link>
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			<title>Held</title>
			<description>There comes a point when all you want is someone who can just carry you through the night, no words, no questions asked, just someone who automatically understands.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ropafadzo/2172917/</link>
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			<title>Loneliness </title>
			<description>Poem about being isolated from the inside and feeling lonely to a point of depression to the point where the passages of happiness become blocked by sadness and brokenness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ropafadzo/2141062/</link>
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			<title>Miss me not</title>
			<description>We all know we gona die one day and leave our loved ones behind... This is farewell to those who remai. Inspired by the famous poem, &quot;Remember&quot;- Christina Rossetti, I decided to do this one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ropafadzo/1991506/</link>
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			<title>The Predator</title>
			<description>This one is about Death.... No matter how u think u can prepare for it, it comes when u least expect it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ropafadzo/1991498/</link>
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			<title>Calm waters set me free</title>
			<description>A poem about drowning all sorrows. With no hesitation yet  little contemplation.... Finally give in</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ropafadzo/1991034/</link>
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