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			<title>Love Is</title>
			<description>Love is an interesting thingYou can observe it from afarOr one could hold it in its armsYou could feel the touch of one&amp;rsquo;s lipsOr the absence of another&amp;rsquo;sFeel the butterflies fluttering amidstThe soft brush of each wing against your heartThe smile that is alway..</description>
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			<title>I Made It</title>
			<description>Honey bugs and katydidsDance around my roomI scoop each into my handsBut they leave me all too soon.Abandoned in the darknessTrapped in the abyssAlone in the worldWondering if I'll ever be missedSnuggled with my kittenLying on my bedWishing of a dayI never felt so deadWanting a real smileNot a face ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1429725/</link>
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			<title>Broken Inside</title>
			<description>Can I pick a dayWhere my heart stops beatingCan I pick a dayWhen my tears can flow freelyCan I pick a day&amp;nbsp;To stay awake all nightCan I pick a dayTo never existTo never be bornTo never have a mindNever have a nameNever have an ageNever have a smileAlways broken insideAlways dyingAlways bleeding ..</description>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>2~And she knowshow to treat a fella right, Give me thatfeeling every night, Wants to makelove when I wanna fight,Now someoneunderstand me,I'm in lovewith a girl- I'm in Love with a Girl, Gavin Degraw&amp;nbsp;Morningcame all too early for my taste. Though when..</description>
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			<title>~1~</title>
			<description>1~When you cried I'd wipe away all of yourtears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of yourfears. And I held your hand through all of these years.But you still have all of me&amp;nbsp;-MyImmortal, Evanescence.&amp;nbsp;Scarletcolors had become Zoey's favorite with..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1327653/</link>
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			<title>How to Save a Life</title>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Chapter Three:&amp;nbsp;The warmth from before hasn&amp;rsquo;tleft me, even with the fire dead and the blanket wrapped around Rosha. I&amp;rsquo;mfinishing up the last fight scene of the movie while Rosha snores quietly withher head in my lap. She&amp;rsquo;s serene when she&amp;rsquo;sasleep, rela..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1307366/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chapter Two:&amp;nbsp;Words, maybe, echo to methrough the hazy fog of my dreams as my eye lids slowly pull apart and I rubthem with the back of my hand. Sharp light surrounds me, causing my bedroom toglow as I get out of bed. My feet brush against coldskin and I jump slightly, hands grabbing the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1307364/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter OneColeridge is unusually quiet tonight. The clouds have gathered overhead, and the city will probably bereceiving a soft downpour in the minutes to come.I sit atop Tower Hall and gaze down at the city streets, one legup to my chest and the other tucked in below it. My black ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1307349/</link>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>Preface&amp;nbsp;Call me crazy. Call me a fiend. A nightmare of the night. What Iam really doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter. I not an angel. I not a dream. I&amp;rsquo;m pure scarletcolors otherwise, or a shudder in the damp cool air of night.I&amp;rsquo;m that chill that follows you every three steps on th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1307348/</link>
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			<title>Child of Silence</title>
			<description>Suck at descriptions. Um. Just read?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1307346/</link>
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			<title>From the Heart</title>
			<description>Write from the heart. Write whatever comes to you.Type it. Write it. Let it flow. Like a river flowing out of you, let the inkdrip on the page. Let it paint an image. Let it think for you. Create. Imagine.Racing across fingertips and lines. Sentences. Words. Rhymes. Speak from theheart. From..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1304154/</link>
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			<title>Logged On</title>
			<description>Dating site. Mysterious Usernamer. Blah Blah. Suck at descriptions. You'll just have to read x3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1291509/</link>
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			<title>Story</title>
			<description>I am a story lineWith a plotWith no endA pad of paper On the counterI need inkI need inspirationI need handsThat can createHands with theirOwn eyes toVisualize I am a story lineDraw you in with pagesDraw you intoMy realityOne you can pick upAnd escape from timeSli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1282589/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>THE FOLLOWING STORY YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ CONTAINS: BLOOD, GORE, AND INTENSE SADNESS.&amp;nbsp;READ AT YOUR OWN RISKENJOY :DTheirinvasion started on the west borders of Siligo. With them, they broughtbloodshed. They were merciless, bloodthirsty. Wielders of magic and glyphs.They struck at night wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1277140/</link>
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			<title>Yet to Be Named</title>
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			<title>Painted Fun</title>
			<description>PaintedFunBy:Lexy House&amp;nbsp;Blue house, blue house, blue house...Scanning the streets, eyes trying to keep up with the speed of my car,I rubbed at my temples. How hard was it to find a blue house in the middle ofdowntown? I swore all the houses looked blue, but none matched the shade of the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1270951/</link>
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			<title>Spa (part 2)</title>
			<description>Please read Spa before reading this part to better understand :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1267539/</link>
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			<title>Kitten Commando</title>
			<description>xD Just a fun play with kittens</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1265908/</link>
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			<title>Spa</title>
			<description>SpaBy:Lexy House&amp;nbsp;Keep your hands toyourself? Please, that rule was so hard to control with how many ladies I foundmyself staring at through the steam of the sauna. There had to have been atleast one of every color and race, shape and size in the same room as me. Onein particular caugh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1264125/</link>
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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>So delicateSo warm and sweetTeeth gently grazing&amp;nbsp;My bottom lip in passionYour arms tangled around meHolding tightly and closelyAs you twine your legs with mineAnd finally kiss me tenderlyStroking the burning fire inside meThe fire pleading to give way and&amp;nbsp;Have your love within mineForever ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1242532/</link>
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			<title>Voices pt 1</title>
			<description>Spiderman Fan Fic! JUST THWIPT IT</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1204998/</link>
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			<title>Anniversary</title>
			<description>Herhands were busy with the dishes, ears twitching every now and then when I madecloser steps towards the kitchen, but she paid little attention to me. Insteadshe was focused intently on the green sponge in her hand and the dirty dishespiled in the sink.Iwould say my movements were flu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1184706/</link>
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			<title>Self Help</title>
			<description>Read this or not. I don't care. Just getting some things out</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1183984/</link>
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			<title>Saving A Ticket</title>
			<description>Panting, head spinning around with panic; she scrambled franticallyaround the crowded airport, shoving and pushing through crowds of people.I already failed&amp;hellip;Her heart ached, and she bit her lip as she fought backtears, shoving by a group and running up the stairs. Her head sna..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1167025/</link>
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			<title>Sweet Moments Like These</title>
			<description>Visiting my auntin West Orion never appealed to me over the summertime, but as I grew older, Igrew a want to see her after so long. I was a college kid in Clanton Valley,OH, and spring break freedom had begun. &amp;nbsp;I nearlysprinted to my car once the last bell rang, and my long legs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1159110/</link>
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			<title>Last Wish</title>
			<description>Warning! Some readers might cry!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1154760/</link>
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			<title>Bell</title>
			<description>The bellThe bell is ringingThe bellWe'll be right there!We gotta get to classWe gotta get to classIf we don't get to classWe'll be lateThe bellThe bell is ringingThe bellWe're rushing nowCause if we don'tCause if we don'tWe'll be put in detentionOr worse</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1150834/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 11</title>
			<description>	&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I hate yourplans!&amp;rdquo; Lin screams as the Gatling gun ripples through the house once more.&amp;ldquo;Just get to the garage!&amp;rdquo; I shoutback.I aim behind what&amp;rsquo;s left of the TV,and manage to bring down two of the seven men. It&amp;rsquo;s to my surprise a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1143394/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>Lin rests on my lap in the back of Pryor&amp;rsquo;s car. We drive insilence as he makes our way back to the house.Ikeep my lullaby as I stroke Lin&amp;rsquo;s hair. She has her stitches back on her armwhere they returned the skin over her mechanical one.&amp;ldquo;Noone ever told me how Lin los..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1143324/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>Scattered makeup on the floor, she&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;get herhands to stop shaking, her body to stop hurting. She&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;breathe throughthe tears and pain, legs burning, arms bruised. It was the third time thatweek, but she could never fully recover after it. Her panties were o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1139674/</link>
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			<title>Child</title>
			<description>Hey little oneIts aunty LexyI love you And your mommy&amp;nbsp;You have an amazing mommy Who's going to love you Never let you go And will always be there...&amp;nbsp;You're going to grow up Big and strongAnd wonderfully sweet Just like her&amp;nbsp;And shes going to rock u to slee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1123673/</link>
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			<title>Can You Hear</title>
			<description>Tucked cozy under the blanketsFire set and going in the other roomIt cracled and poppedAs I watched my sweetheart dreamI lie in bed beside herUnable to sleepBarely can breatheHer beauty a marvelLove made not long agoI was blessedTo whisper loveOn such precious, tender skin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1121965/</link>
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			<title>Leaving</title>
			<description>My mind wasn't in the right placeEverything seemed a blurrAs my hands feverishly started to packMy suitcase open wide on the bed&amp;nbsp;Her hands folded around my armAs she looked at me with tears in her eyes&quot;Where are you going?&quot;I had to bite my lip, look away&amp;nbsp;&quot;W-where are you going?&quot;She repeate..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1118147/</link>
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			<title>New Angel</title>
			<description>Opened the skyA new birthRadient and beautifulWinter wings tucked aroundHair of brownEyes so greenNew to the worldBlinking onceSharp sun in her eyesAnd she clung to her dressGrass caressed skinGreeting the new angelBizzare world so freshPlaces of curiosityPick herself up..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1104312/</link>
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			<title>Smile</title>
			<description>Sorry. The other one wouldn't cope ^^'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1103476/</link>
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			<title>Stitching the Rotted</title>
			<description>The jacket rotted away with my flesh as both were leanedagainst the cold, blank walls of a dead cell. There was no end to my running.No end to the snickering and hisses of laughter that surrounded me. I no longerhad a name. I no longer knew my true self. Caged within an empty abyss.But..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1068583/</link>
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			<title>What I Wish I Could Say</title>
			<description>Y'know what I wanna sayWhenever a teacher asks Me &quot;What are you gunnaDo when you graduate?&quot;I always smile and thinkTo myself: I'm gunna goDown to Florida and holdMy gf in my arms. I'm gunnaLet the midnight stars watchUs make love for the first Time on the beach. I'm Gunna get o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1064767/</link>
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			<title>Ava and Shay</title>
			<description>Ava sees a cute blonde at a pool party. What's to happen?</description>
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			<title>Senses</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Chloe?!&amp;rdquo;I called down the hallway, glancing into it to see where my little blondefriend was.&amp;ldquo;Justfinishing my hair!&amp;rdquo; She replied back.Isighed and took a brush to my wet hair, waiting for her to return. Checked myphone and smiled when I noticed Nathan Hu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/1057831/</link>
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			<title>Frosty Morning</title>
			<description>Squeezingher hand, I used the other to hide my yawn. On the corner of my eye, I caughtIzzy&amp;rsquo;s smile and had to smile back. She tucked our hands deep into her coatpocket. I closedmy eyes and leaned against her. I felt her arms wrap around me as the bus came.She curried her face..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/828591/</link>
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			<title>Twinkle Little Star</title>
			<description>Twinkle TwinkleLittle WhoreShut Yer LegsIt's Not A DoorLock The DoorAnd Hide The KeyKeep It HiddenFrom Those To See</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/816160/</link>
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			<title>Druken Paper Hearts</title>
			<description>The morning was grey, the house-silent. Not a stir; not a mess. TV remote sleeping soundly, wedged between couch cushions. The TV itself had its eyes closed, off and resting. Light filtered some through dusty blinds into the living room. No coffee was made, and no aroma of breakfast filtered through..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/810907/</link>
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			<title>Chpt. 9</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Lizzy&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I whimper, and try to get free of myshackles.Glancing around, I notice the sound of a gunshot. There&amp;rsquo;s Lizzy&amp;rsquo;s voice, followed by another woman&amp;rsquo;s.I fight frantically against my shackles,tugging and screaming. Whimpering, I fall to my kn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/808499/</link>
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			<title>Blessed Ground</title>
			<description>God's Tears</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/804641/</link>
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			<title>6 Word Poem</title>
			<description>CryBlueTearsAs YouScream</description>
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			<title>Chpt 8</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hey, Shame, let&amp;rsquo;s meet Thursday.&amp;rdquo; I jerk thecar sharply onto the next street, my tires screeching.&amp;ldquo;Something come up?&amp;rdquo; She taps her fingers onher desk.&amp;ldquo;Lin&amp;rsquo;s missing.&amp;rdquo; I hiss.&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; I hear her shoot upright, wheels to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/802250/</link>
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			<title>Chpt 7</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Lizzy!&amp;rdquo;Lin waves her hand in front of my face. &amp;ldquo;Hey, Lizzy!&amp;rdquo; I blink afew times before reality settles in. &amp;ldquo;Huh? Oh. Sorry. Was just&amp;hellip;spacing.&amp;rdquo; I lie.In fact, I was actually staring at her.Lin looksso beautiful in her blue blouse with sk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/802184/</link>
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			<title>English Poem</title>
			<description>So I had to write a found poem in english...about the Crucible &gt;.&lt; This is it...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Buymystuff/800982/</link>
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			<title>Just Perfect</title>
			<description>Popped into my head &gt;,,&lt;</description>
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