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			<title>Life's Songs</title>
			<description>Short and Sweet</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/768639/</link>
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			<title>The Last Chapter</title>
			<description>Part 3 a continuation of 'the Room' and 'Keep My Chin Held High'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/768636/</link>
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			<title>Keep My Chin Held High</title>
			<description>Part 2 (a continuation of 'The room')</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/768634/</link>
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			<title>The Room</title>
			<description>There is 3 parts to this poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/768633/</link>
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			<title>Summertime Moon</title>
			<description>Luna a 13 year old girl abused by her mother, has just started cutting under the direction of 18 year old sister, Marci.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767676/</link>
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			<title>Can You Hear Me?</title>
			<description>I'm screaming your name...can you hear me?I'm looking into your eyes....do you see me?I'm laying right beside you....can you feel me?I'm listening to your heart beat....do you hear mine?I'm giving you my heart...can I have yours?I'm loving you with everything but.....do you love me?I'm being faithfu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767672/</link>
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			<title>S&amp;oacute;lo t&amp;uacute; y Yo!</title>
			<description>Spanish, Espa&amp;ntilde;ol </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767671/</link>
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			<title>Short and Not-so-Sweet</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s true how it&amp;rsquo;s told,Everyone&amp;rsquo;s gonna lose their soul,So don&amp;rsquo;t bother trying to find mine.You&amp;rsquo;re just wasting your time.Where I'm at u can't get in.It&amp;rsquo;s just a place where you&amp;rsquo;ll never fit.I&amp;rsquo;m in a scary place,One with darkness and empty space.But i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767669/</link>
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			<title>I Need You</title>
			<description>You dont understand how much i want you in my life.&amp;hearts; I want to talk to you, need to see your face again.&amp;hearts;You fill my head with desire and strife. &amp;hearts;Why can't you just look back at where we began?&amp;hearts;Safe and happy in the summer bliss.&amp;hearts;It's interesting how i had to rest..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767666/</link>
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			<title>Please, no more!</title>
			<description>I'll Be honest, this is about abuse and rape.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767663/</link>
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			<title>He Should Come With a Warning</title>
			<description>One must be cautiousAnd serene orSerious injuries may occurIn his presence. He should comeWith a warning.Eye contact is unadvisableIf you lookThen the anguish and trepidationBecome visibleThrough slate gray irisesIf one gazes deeperInto his soulYou can see a heartMore numbing than iceAnd more potent..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767656/</link>
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			<title>Can't Forget</title>
			<description>I am trying so hard to forget about you.but believe me, it's really hard to do.It's not like we were ever a thing..But now i am dirt and you are King.it's not like it hurts less,knowing we were never in a relationship mess.And When i see your face, and think how could this be?We use to be friends, a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767654/</link>
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			<title>More Love</title>
			<description>whether you're a b***h, or whether you're a ho..Everyone needs some more.Some more attention, some more love..There's still some more i can think of. But in this world, we all suffer it just makes us all tougher.It seems like hurt, seems like pain..Maybe it's all the same,over all, and und..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767652/</link>
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			<title>Teenage Nightmare</title>
			<description>This is how i, and a lot of other teens, feel.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767649/</link>
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			<title>Little Razor Blade</title>
			<description>Yes the title is named after a song by the Pink Spiders, no the poem as nothing to do with the song.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767647/</link>
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			<title>Hide -n- Seek</title>
			<description>Here i am hiding...Afraid while you seek.I sit here scared of you finding..even as i am here so meek.I am the heart, and you are the pain.I sit here lone, with fears in my head.I feel so abandoned, nothing will ever be the same. All my fears go to your brain, making the tears you shed.I am the heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767645/</link>
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			<title>Midnight Crawlers</title>
			<description>This is a more, dark, twisted one. lol</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767643/</link>
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			<title>My Problem?</title>
			<description>This is how he makes me feel</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767640/</link>
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			<title>Weeping Willow</title>
			<description>I take a metal marker n draw a linea straight vertical linethat runs from my wristall the way up my armI always miss my markI dont intend to cause myself harmThats not my intentionStrange how just the mention of a nameCan cause so much painI never aim to killOnly to mame and to numbmy physical torme..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767638/</link>
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			<title>Motherhood, at it's worse.</title>
			<description>This is another one about my &quot;mom&quot;. it sounds mean and disrespectful, oh, if only you knew her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767635/</link>
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			<title>Te Amo</title>
			<description>This is in Latin, A language i am currently studying, so  needed practice writing in it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767632/</link>
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			<title>My Pounding Headache</title>
			<description>the thoughts I think, make my head reelthere's no way of telling what I will feel.the pain in my heart will never be soothed.My feelings for him will never be moved.It's so frustrating to know I can't quitI'm tired of hurting and you saying shiteven though you never spokeI spent every moment in fear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767630/</link>
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			<title>Tears and Blood Shed</title>
			<description>These things are just so difficult to say,but i need to tell you, before its too late! Like how much you matter,and how much it would hurt if you where gone.you cut yourself to relive the pain, but there's other ways! I know i may sound insane,but id miss you,its like i need you to live, you know wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767628/</link>
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			<title>Smashed walls, and a Broken Heart</title>
			<description>my security has fallenall i have left are smashed walls and,you dont know how much i need youit sound cheesy but i doplease dont leave me hanging here on a tight threadthere are only so many tears i can shedyou were there more that i could seeand then i was an a*s..oh my oh meI am so sorry for how i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767623/</link>
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			<title>My Dreams of You</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;ve just left, with nothing else to do.And I still can't stop thinking about you,Your face, your voice, the way you fuss,The way you listened to me like no one else does.How it&amp;rsquo;s easier to be with you then not, even as a friend,How when we were together I never want it to end.It would..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767618/</link>
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			<title>This Little Girl, I used to Know</title>
			<description>I used to know this girl.She was happy and alive. But right now it seems as though she wont survive.I used to know this girl, as safe as can be,But now she has to make everyone believe.I used to know this girl, who kept her chin held high.But now has to tell everyone good bye.I used to know this gir..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767615/</link>
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			<title>Journey to Where?</title>
			<description>This is a religious poem. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767614/</link>
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			<title>Three Little Words</title>
			<description>I once had a dream of a love so trueThat was until I met youI once had a dream of us being togetherI should have known it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t last foreverI know it was so stupid of meI guess I was just to blind to seeWhat was perfectly clear and plain as dayI ignored because I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to see yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767612/</link>
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			<title>State of Pain</title>
			<description>one of my darker days</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767608/</link>
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			<title>MY so-called Mother.</title>
			<description>This is very personal, very deep. My mother and i are not on good terms. She used me for money, put me in a mental hospital, and tried to put me in jail for something i never did. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767607/</link>
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			<title>Please say no</title>
			<description>This poem is a little more personal, i wrote it in my cousin's point of veiw.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767606/</link>
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			<title>Finally, My Angel</title>
			<description>About an abused girl.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767601/</link>
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			<title>Little Green Monster</title>
			<description>about Jealousy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneAshley/767596/</link>
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