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		<description>The original writings of author Ben Robinson</description>
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			<title>Where does Bravo go from here?</title>
			<description>When WritersCafe approached me earlier this month to write anaccompanying article to the black lives matter poem we released to raise moneyfor bail organisations in the USA, I spent a long time thinking about how towrite an article that shows and articulates how racial inequality is so deepl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2178713/</link>
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			<title>#blacklivesmatter</title>
			<description>BLACK LIVES MATTER</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2176361/</link>
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			<title>All over again</title>
			<description>Because the world needs another love poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2171648/</link>
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			<title>Blossom</title>
			<description>All the flowers my life blossomed. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2167770/</link>
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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>He makes mistakes,And she watches him break,Then picks up his pieces,Unlike all the others,She was mother.Stood in the wings,Sat in the back of the car,Watching you grow your wings,Seeing you begin new starts.You hold onto the moments,Like how she held your hand,When you cr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2162702/</link>
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			<title>LOVE</title>
			<description>This is not sad. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2159094/</link>
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			<title>A poetry essay</title>
			<description>Thank you x</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2143988/</link>
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			<title>Hit and Miss</title>
			<description>Just when I think we&amp;rsquo;re over,You text me, Four little words,Do you love me?I look out of the window,I remember the feeling,That sent me reeling,The one that left me cold,I almost miss,The almost touch of your lips,The times we made small talk,And we&amp;rsquo;d go on wood..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2142697/</link>
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			<title>My life</title>
			<description>The true story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2124181/</link>
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			<title>Rose scented</title>
			<description>The beginning of the end.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2102595/</link>
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			<title>Daydreaming</title>
			<description>The sun finally came up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2097787/</link>
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			<title>Clean (with; Paul Tait)</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m truly free of you, I&amp;rsquo;m clean,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2092778/</link>
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			<title>Real Friends</title>
			<description>Thank you x</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2086932/</link>
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			<title>The darkness is gone</title>
			<description>finally, the darkness is gone...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2072609/</link>
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			<title>SERPENTS</title>
			<description>hiss hiss...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2033819/</link>
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			<title>Honey</title>
			<description>Honey... You can prove them wrong</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2031962/</link>
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			<title>When they took you</title>
			<description>Trust me...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2026745/</link>
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			<title>Man to Man</title>
			<description>He said lets sort this, Man to man&amp;hellip;
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2025966/</link>
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			<title>XOXO</title>
			<description>From the first xoxo, to the last goodbye.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2022123/</link>
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			<title>Where he went...</title>
			<description>A poem about getting lost...only to find yourself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenWritesStuff/2018805/</link>
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