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			<title>It's the little things</title>
			<description>It's true what they sayIt's the little things you missThe way you smiled&amp;nbsp;when I was being sillyThe way you balanced on one leg&amp;nbsp;when you cookedThe way you moaned&amp;nbsp;when my lips touched your neckI am also reminded of the way you made me feelHow I laughed&amp;nbsp;when you sang your silly song..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robyn23/2786055/</link>
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			<title>Let me dream...</title>
			<description>It makes me happydreaming about the life I wish I had.I know it will never happen.But what is so wrong about&amp;nbsp;dreaming about it?I know it is dangerousthat I can get lost in my dreamsmy imaginationloose my sense of reality.But I need it...Without it I am just an empty bodywithout a soul.Because m..</description>
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			<title>This will break me</title>
			<description>Pouring another glasswhile thinking about what happenedmade such a chaos because I had to decideknowing this will break me...Silencing my thoughtswhile thinking about the decisionworrying if it was the right coiceknowing this will break me...Lighting another cigarette&amp;nbsp;while thinking about youho..</description>
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			<title>8-6-21</title>
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			<title>imprisoned</title>
			<description>I'm out on probationmy parole helper is keeping an eye on meAlways checkingAlways controllingNever lets me do somethingFeeling like I'm already&amp;nbsp;in prison...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robyn23/2759678/</link>
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			<title>a calm afternoon</title>
			<description>a rare kind of poem for me. i wrote it in a brief moment of happiness and calmness</description>
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			<title>What happiness is for me </title>
			<description>You asked me what happiness is for me&amp;nbsp;For me it's dancing around&amp;nbsp;When nobody's watching&amp;nbsp;To my favourite songs&amp;nbsp;Until I'm out of breathFor me it's singing along&amp;nbsp;When nobody's listening&amp;nbsp;Letting all my feelings go&amp;nbsp;Until my heart feels lighter than air&amp;nbsp;For me it's ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robyn23/2100247/</link>
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			<title>Train Ride </title>
			<description>Late night conversations&amp;nbsp;Listening to music and sharing stories&amp;nbsp;A long ride on the train&amp;nbsp;Going everywhere and nowhere&amp;nbsp;Waiting for an unknown destination&amp;nbsp;Watching the city lights go by&amp;nbsp;While my thoughts are running wild&amp;nbsp;Thinking about the realm of possibilities&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robyn23/2099396/</link>
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			<title>Measure twice, cut once</title>
			<description>This is for my dad :) hope you like it &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robyn23/2096831/</link>
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			<title>Everyone wears a mask </title>
			<description>Everyone wears a mask,to hide their&amp;nbsp;true feelingsand who they&amp;nbsp;really are.When she took&amp;nbsp;her mask offthe perfect girl&amp;nbsp;was gone...She wasn't pretty...She wasn't popular...She wasn't happy...She wasn't perfect...Who are youwhen you take your mask off?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robyn23/2096822/</link>
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			<title>Old family photos</title>
			<description>Looking at&amp;nbsp;old family photosis weirdIt's like&amp;nbsp;looking at&amp;nbsp;strangers&amp;nbsp;I don't feellike I know themand sometimesI barely remember&amp;nbsp;how it was&amp;nbsp;to be that person&amp;nbsp;smiling at me&amp;nbsp;These happy people&amp;nbsp;are long goneand there is&amp;nbsp;no going backto being them</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robyn23/2096797/</link>
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			<title>Nothing but fear</title>
			<description>I can't breathecan't seeFeeling nothing&amp;nbsp;but fear and pain&amp;nbsp;I cower in the corner&amp;nbsp;trying not to crywhile I'm waiting&amp;nbsp;for my hangman&amp;nbsp;to condemn me&amp;nbsp;waiting for him&amp;nbsp;to decide upon my fate&amp;nbsp;</description>
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