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			<title>I don't know who I am</title>
			<description>A poem about the frustration of not knowing who I am. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AgentSilver/2008639/</link>
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			<title>Music</title>
			<description>I wrote this during a basketball game at my school. I'm not in band, but my friend is, so I got to sit with the pep band as they played. Being so close to them was so loud, but I loved it anyway.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AgentSilver/2003454/</link>
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			<title>The Calm Before the Storm</title>
			<description>A nature poem about the still moment of silence before something big happens.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AgentSilver/2002108/</link>
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			<title>Different</title>
			<description>A poem about how our differences shouldn't be a bad thing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AgentSilver/1999694/</link>
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			<title>The Open Window</title>
			<description>Here I am, in the moon&amp;rsquo;s silver glow,Sitting beside the open window,Gazing over the black-hooded woods,Seemingly misunderstood.I see the leaves reach toward the sky,Asking the Gods, &amp;ldquo;Why, oh why?&amp;rdquo;They whisper to each other,Questioning one another,Begging to leave this prison behind..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AgentSilver/1998918/</link>
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			<title>Lost Girl</title>
			<description>A poem sparked by the many people who come up to me and start talking to me, &quot;Because you looked so lonely.&quot; It kinda turned into something else. </description>
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