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		<description>The original writings of author Olivia </description>
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			<title>couteau</title>
			<description>poem about a tragic event</description>
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			<title>My Mother</title>
			<description>read it </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaEdie/2865531/</link>
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			<title>Tease</title>
			<description>This a wacky one 
Based on a true story! (no princess though).
Hope you enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaEdie/2829946/</link>
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			<title>Dear Tiffany</title>
			<description>This is a poem to Tiffany.
This writing made me blame her less, and realise that her, me, we're victims not perpetrators. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OliviaEdie/2826845/</link>
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			<title>Me, Now. Me, Then.</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m not sure I like who I am becoming.I stare back at myself and I know that sheWouldn&amp;rsquo;t like me now,With my steely eyes and my strong arms and thatRude smirk I do sometimes.I&amp;rsquo;m like a tree with twisted branchesContradictions singing in my leaves, They grow golden and I let them go..</description>
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