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		<description>The original writings of author GhostlyAuthor</description>
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			<title>Punctuation </title>
			<description>&quot;My life is an (unfinished pair of paranthesi [an open ended bracketA hanging question mark?An ellipse left standing...A semicolon; leading to a sentence not ended</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1358329/</link>
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			<title>I've Got Poetry</title>
			<description>I've got poetry dripping off of meLike rainwater off tree leavesAnd I've got universes and galaxiesPlaying out behind my eyesI've got a live wire mindWith thoughts sparking and spittingAnd I've got skin with words carved inWritten there by sharp tounges and cruel liesI've got rivers ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1317756/</link>
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			<title>Clouds</title>
			<description>Fluffy white cloudsDrifting up in the blue skyThey look very soft</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1243810/</link>
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			<title>Kittens</title>
			<description>Soft little paws scratchCute silly sleepy kittens playTicklish whiskers</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1243723/</link>
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			<title>Word play</title>
			<description>Red fog glazes tired eyesWords haze a lazy mindScars crosshatch pale wrists Quick fingers scrambling to cling desperately to lost timeFrayed threads hanging on a hunched backWeak knees swaying in a cold breezeLong sleeves hug books shielding tall walls around a broken heartA white shee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1168151/</link>
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			<title>Dismal morning</title>
			<description>Blue reflections off the pouring rain and black asphalt Shriveled brown leaves cling to branchesCold wind fingers grab at red faces A flag blowing half mast Heads looking downA flash of red to mark the grave </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1132320/</link>
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			<title>A story about soup</title>
			<description>  Stories are like soups. Some stories are warm and full of hearty laughter. Some stories are watered down with tears. Regardless of the type, stories, like soup, often leave you wishing for more. Perhaps then it's more than just a rare happenstance that this story is about soup. *~&amp;#10052;~*..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1127770/</link>
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			<title>Hiding words</title>
			<description>Rambling writings to fill the emptiness in my heartBetween witty sayings and clever rhymes hides my pleaCovered by sentimental thinking, disguised by romantical reasoning False smiles and false laughs, a broken soul to shadeThey do their job well</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1127754/</link>
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			<title>It all depends on you</title>
			<description>I know you don't believe in what I'm telling you. The truth is right in front of you, but you don't want to believe it.You don't want to know what strange fantastical things are out there, waiting to be found.To be found by you.Trust me, some the things that I've seen, the things t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1127751/</link>
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			<title>Cold</title>
			<description>Angry hopingWishful thinkingA longing that never can never be filledI'm so numb right now</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1117511/</link>
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			<title>What are you afraid of?</title>
			<description> What do you fear?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1107702/</link>
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			<title>Upset words</title>
			<description>Loneliness Angry tearsEmptyDepressionMadnessHurtScreamsPainInsanityFearHateAngerDesperation I want to die</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1107678/</link>
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			<title>I am ME so I MUST be different</title>
			<description>A list of stereotypes. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1091988/</link>
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			<title>Forest Run </title>
			<description>Not about Forest Gump, this is a quick passage written while on walk though the woods.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1057791/</link>
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			<title>Outer shell</title>
			<description>I am shy&amp;nbsp;I hide behind my shellA fake 'Me'To ward away emotionsI could not speak&amp;nbsp;So I didn't&amp;nbsp;I sat there quietlyWhile 'They' judged meA passive person&amp;nbsp;with no opinions&amp;nbsp;Easily controlledThat is what 'They' seeHow stupideven an idiot can use simple wordsWhat a foolTrying to es..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/1053252/</link>
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			<title>Numb</title>
			<description>i am sitting outside in the middle of the street,staring at the sky. a car honks as it swerves around me . i wish it had hit me. cold raindrops landed on my face as&amp;nbsp;i watched the gray exspanse above me. the sky looks flat with no clouds, gray like twilight. the air is sharp,..crisp and cold.&quot;wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/894980/</link>
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			<title>reasons to join the dark side</title>
			<description>22 reasons why to join the dark side</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/832691/</link>
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			<title>who we call death </title>
			<description>a poem by the same friend who wrote Have Fun</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/817843/</link>
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			<title>rest of chapter 1</title>
			<description>the rest of chapter 1</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/800142/</link>
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			<title>My Boring Life</title>
			<description>Elizabeth's life is too boring for her until she overhears something that the popular-est girl in school.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/799734/</link>
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			<title>have fun </title>
			<description>sad but wonderful </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/799681/</link>
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			<title>lily's story</title>
			<description>i don't know how to describe it but please just read it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tigerlilyrocs/794574/</link>
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