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			<title>Shedding Tears</title>
			<description>I cant hold back the tears no moreIt hurts to much to hold them backI sit there with my friendsI have three or four of themThey are there for me when I need themThey don't talk bad or argue with meThey just sit there and do nothingIts the best way for me the easiest wayI don't need..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticallyGifted/1994508/</link>
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			<title>Not The Day</title>
			<description>The Day we said Goodbye to my Father </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticallyGifted/1994127/</link>
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			<title>Stolen Virginity</title>
			<description>No words will ever describe this kind of pain less you have been through this. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticallyGifted/1994126/</link>
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			<title>Dad</title>
			<description>I wrote this for my dying father. &amp;#10084;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticallyGifted/1994125/</link>
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			<title>Mamma</title>
			<description>As I shed a single tearI stare at the screenWondering how you could be so meanTo show not one ounce of careI need you there for meMamma, why can't you seeI need you to be thereAs I walk down the IsleWith my cap and gownWaiting for my name to be calledI want you to be thereAs I ..</description>
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			<title>Molly's Last Words</title>
			<description>Molly was sitting on her bed when her mother Kim knocked on the door. &quot;Come in mom.&quot; Molly called to her mother. The door opened and Kim walked in.&quot;Honey are you ready for school?&quot; Kim asked her daughter. She thought Molly looked a little off like something was bothering her. Like she was upset ..</description>
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			<title>Innocent </title>
			<description>My Father was Murdered January 2, 2013 By my foster mother. Tho I have no solid proof, I know it to be the truth. They never did a biopsy, simply stated it was due to the cancer. When he was not himse</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticallyGifted/1994118/</link>
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			<title>Forever Silent</title>
			<description>A smile hides a million unspoken words.  But the eyes speak for what the lips stay silent on. All you have to do is look and the eyes will do the talking. The eyes are the gate way to your soul.  They never lie. Unlike your smile which remains silent.</description>
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