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			<title>Brown M&amp;M's</title>
			<description>school homework/ personal</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/810687/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>You've got a bit of pain painted on your face.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/800979/</link>
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			<title>Spiced Apple Lost in the Acres</title>
			<description>They never fall too far from the tree, yet they always seem so much different than we expect...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/798119/</link>
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			<title>Brighter</title>
			<description>Brightly lit red lights of the post outside the termite infested window frame,The laced white curtains can be seen dancing with the November breeze.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You and I,&amp;nbsp; We aren't comrades of any sortbut your lighter shines brighter&amp;nbsp; in the eyes of one&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; who's neve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/795264/</link>
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			<title>She Is Like So</title>
			<description>She lies on her armred with bloodSo fresh, so brightno pulse in sight.She lies on her armeyes shut tightSo cold, so whitenot a bit of a fight.She lies on her armmouth agapeSo blue, so lightundeniably right.She lies on her armlegs curled upSo soft, so tightno longer upright.She lies on her armred wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/794896/</link>
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			<title>Repugnance in Duplication</title>
			<description>Flittering hands,restless movements,and whispers of secretspassing through the air.Forgive me,I recall asking,blinking more than onceas I revive myself.Pinch meand let the blood trickledown-Do wakethe sleeping beauty,tell her the truththat lies beneaththe crumpled sheets.Blistered feetfrom the rain ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/790335/</link>
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			<title>Ina's Secrets</title>
			<description>Those restless nightsThat led to that itchIn which I held to my heartCaused the itch to growInto a rashThe rash that led meTo those restless nights</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/784714/</link>
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			<title>Cookies Delight</title>
			<description>She often listens to the wind sing under the blue clear sky with her book bag on one side and a blank parchment on the other.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/783300/</link>
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			<title>That Old Door</title>
			<description>I lived in a houseWhere my heart got hurt.I had an old door.I built the wise houseFor my naive heart.I kept the old door from before.I built the experienced houseTo protect my broken heart.I kept the creaky door from before.I built the strongest house To let rest my weary heart.I kept the rotting do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/782311/</link>
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			<title>He Lived</title>
			<description>He lived.He lived a life of pure misunderstandings,Without a shadow of a doubt,That life meant more than he thought.He skipped through towns,Passed through people,Without a care in the world.He lived a life of pure happiness,Without a shadow of a doubt,That life could mean more than he thought.He li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/781342/</link>
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			<title>Casting A Spell</title>
			<description>She didn't mean to stand out to the point of being hated. She wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. But she is and she makes it her goal to tell them the truth about her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/781193/</link>
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			<title>It Just Happens</title>
			<description>unedited. word count: 1079</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/781190/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>unedited version; word count: 1581</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/velajune/780943/</link>
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			<title>Bookshelf 2700-263</title>
			<description>author's note: first posted at: http://aiseason.wordpress.com
word count: 3353
unedited version - my betas have yet to edit it.
cr. aira isane (roxanne) 2010</description>
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