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			<title>&quot;Motto&quot;</title>
			<description>My motto poem from English in school.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MTheaterGeek/1039107/</link>
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			<title>For My Love</title>
			<description>You have my love through every breaking sun,But my love is not easily returned.For your life stays within her arms of fun,And in those arms, her love you must have earned.I realize now, her love is not true.It is a mask to hide her life behind,For she was broken once by eyes of blue,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MTheaterGeek/902387/</link>
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			<title>Innocence &amp; Experience</title>
			<description>My failure of a poem I had to write for English</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MTheaterGeek/900237/</link>
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			<title>I'm Ranting......</title>
			<description>I felt obligated to write something because Writer's Cafe was down for me yesterday, and this is what my brain came up with.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>My dad might have been a detective, but he didn&amp;rsquo;t act like one around me. Around me, he acted like a little boy that had just been given a lollipop, but never wanted to give that lollipop away. After my mom died when I was 2, the only thing that he&amp;rsquo;s done is try to make me feel s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MTheaterGeek/791218/</link>
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			<title>Finding Who I Am</title>
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			<title>Hurt</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was my best friend. So why did this happen? Was it because of me? All I canthink of is what happened.----&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The rain was pouring down like bullets shot from a gun. The drops hitting hiswindshield as if to say 'It's almost over.' Taunting him...</description>
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