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		<description>The original writings of author Olivia Marie</description>
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			<title>The Account of My Antipathy</title>
			<description>I wouldn't suggest reading this one, it's stupid. But I typed it out, and decided to post it anyway. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1210738/</link>
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			<title>Void-Less</title>
			<description>Void-less&amp;nbsp;space between usSoft lips grazing across my cheek boneStrong, warm arms hold me closeYour breath moving across my skinWords unspoken, but understoodUnexpected need grasping at my heartPulling you tighterAfraid to let goI bury my head in my chestYou bring your head lower to mineOur eye..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1097353/</link>
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			<title>Christmas with Snow White</title>
			<description>Dearest Snow White,&amp;nbsp;On Christmas DayWould you take this pain awayskeletal ice, flakes of snowLips red as the Baccara roseskin so smooth, hair as nightIn the woods; feel the fright?rejected elves, with twisted toysmade for naughty girls and boyskiss my lips,&amp;nbsp;draw me awayaway from the misty ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1095302/</link>
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			<title>Condemned </title>
			<description>Damned to the underworld&amp;nbsp;Condemned by manThey judge my life&amp;nbsp;As if they canPersecute for sinReject my handAll the&amp;nbsp;hypocritesWho walk this landRefused of loveWalk the children of hatePoisoned&amp;nbsp;generationBy the abuse we takeThey don't seem to carewhat all's at stakeHow they alterEach..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1093613/</link>
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			<title>Spent</title>
			<description>the curve of a breastanother failed testconcealer and stitches&amp;nbsp;back-stabbers&amp;nbsp;and glitchesUnderused Pencilblank sheets of paperOverused mattressshe'll clean the sheets laterbuy yourself a&amp;nbsp;Trojan&amp;nbsp;skip out on rentforget aspirations&amp;nbsp;you're already spentLife paid with tearssearch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1073259/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>Poem. Sleep. Love. Pain.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1072816/</link>
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			<title>Walking the Railroad Tracks</title>
			<description>A short story, about a child's traumatizing experience with her closest friend. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1062309/</link>
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			<title>Awakening</title>
			<description>Poem </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1061279/</link>
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			<title>Murder</title>
			<description>Dark hair frames&amp;nbsp;her faceHer eyes never shine lightYet he turns from me to look at herLeaving me in a hole of depressionMy words leak on the pagePoor written, and anger filledBut none of that matters nowFor I will make the killI imagine her face drained of bloodHer eyes forever shutHer body six..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1060993/</link>
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			<title>My Wish</title>
			<description>Poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1060985/</link>
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			<title>Wondering About You</title>
			<description>Poem (sad-love) 
I haven't revised it yet. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1050322/</link>
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			<title>Ending</title>
			<description>Just a poem I wrote half asleep. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1020596/</link>
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			<title>Blink it Away</title>
			<description>This is based off a nightmare I had. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1005278/</link>
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			<title>Restored </title>
			<description>A Free-write :) </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1002755/</link>
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			<title>A Letter to Love</title>
			<description>A story of a battle for love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/1000598/</link>
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			<title>Describing a Moment </title>
			<description>I was sitting outside, and chose to write this. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/999893/</link>
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			<title>Last Sound (Revised) </title>
			<description>I wrote this poem, and have now attempted to add details to it. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/999383/</link>
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			<title>Red Ink </title>
			<description>Staining the white paperA marking of deathA marking of truthBlotching the surfaceRed as lipstickDark as revengeCovering and drowningThe end of my penYou have to keep readingBut you still want to stopWarnings in bloodAnd even the thingsMy Savior has taught&amp;nbsp;All the same shadeAll the same lookAll ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/998944/</link>
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			<title>Last Sound</title>
			<description>Which pain is worse?
physical, or mental </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/997766/</link>
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			<title>Question</title>
			<description>Anger shines on a question. (Stud M. Note Book) :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/996938/</link>
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			<title>Shaking</title>
			<description>No description really (Stud M. Note Book) :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/996432/</link>
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			<title>Hallowed </title>
			<description>A painting of a girl within my mind. (Stud M. Note Book) :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/995508/</link>
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			<title>Kiss of Life</title>
			<description>Love poem. (Stud M. Note Book) :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/995250/</link>
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			<title>Nineteen years</title>
			<description>A poem to a women's husband, as she is on her deathbed. But looking at this idea from a different aspect. She is writing as if she is already dead.  (Stud M. Note Book) :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/995206/</link>
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			<title>Call</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote while in the state of physical being it is written about. (Stud M. Note Book) :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/994861/</link>
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			<title>This</title>
			<description>Another love poem. (Stud M. Note Book) :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/994341/</link>
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			<title>Secret Dreams</title>
			<description>just another love poem 
to: Patrick</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olivia_Ma3rie/806271/</link>
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