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			<title>Scream</title>
			<description>Sometimes, I wish you'd scream.I wish you'd scream so I knewthat you still feel.Still feel loss like I do.Because I DO feel loss-Loss of friendship, [mother],and sometimes I don't think you do.I don't think that you've felt all that you had to.&amp;nbsp;I know it was hard to deal with,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaycee/786788/</link>
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			<title>Never Forget, Never Remember</title>
			<description>I wrote this a couple years ago, it's about my mom. I suppose anyone could make it their own though.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaycee/777492/</link>
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			<title>Liquid Thoughts</title>
			<description>Floating AwayOn a sea of dreamsChildhood never lasts forever,And life isn't what it seems.&amp;nbsp;Butterflies and angelsFlowers...loveeventually one sees,the emptiness of Above.&amp;nbsp;Clouds and ribbonsrainbows...imaginationAll fade to greys and blacks,As one loses Inspiration..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaycee/776524/</link>
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			<title>Letter</title>
			<description>LetterThoughts become words, words become sentences, and then sentences become messages. Observations on life, experiments, stories, the occasional confession. They become letters to the known and unknown, remarks on the past or future. They are the thoughts put together, put into an unconfined orde..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaycee/753377/</link>
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			<title>Sticks and Stones</title>
			<description>The message from this should be clear.
Be nice to people, you never know what they could be going through.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaycee/753375/</link>
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			<title>Circus</title>
			<description>CircusRemove yourself from this plane of existence. Feel the air rushing through your lungs. Forget it all, forgive everyone. Run as far as your legs can carry you, float on by. Seek out refuge among the weary and worn. Become blind to the chaos around you.Look through the mirror for once, dance for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jaycee/753372/</link>
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