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			<title>Doubtfulness </title>
			<description>Been freaking out about something. Keep trying to find an answer but they are all unsure responses.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/830048/</link>
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			<title>Groundless </title>
			<description>There are some things going on in my life right now that are making me have a lot of &quot;what ifs&quot; This poem helps express what I'm feeling and hoping for.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/828065/</link>
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			<title>Day Eleven.</title>
			<description>I think there are days when people wake from such a deep slumber that the dreams they had the previous night were so vivid that they seemed like reality.So real.So life like.A nice wonderful time of reality.So you wouldn't blame me for having a mini heart attack when I woke up this morning and saw y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/827385/</link>
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			<title>Day Ten.</title>
			<description>I am sitting on a bench in the middle of a park.Everything is made out of wood here.The swings.Monkey Bars.Slides and forts.Im not up for playing in an acient wood park probably harvesting a thousands splinters.I do enjoy the beauty of it though.The rare beauty of it all.So I just sit here, stare at..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/827294/</link>
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			<title>Day One.</title>
			<description>I am awake.Alarm clock keeps ringing in my ears over and over again.Please just shut it up.I reach over and I grab it.Hit the off button throw it back on my dresser.I lay there and stare at my wall across from me.I do this every morning.Set my alarm clock ten minutes early so it gives me time to wak..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/827267/</link>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>If you stood in my shoes for just that one second you would have felt exactly what was pulsing through my flesh covered shell.For I am not a human.I am a ticking bomb waiting for the second that will set me off.If you could have traded places with me during that moment.Saw what I saw.One person who ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/827265/</link>
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			<title>365 Days.</title>
			<description>Introduction</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/827254/</link>
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			<title>Dreamer</title>
			<description>More upbeat. On a positive note.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/827244/</link>
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			<title>Tumble</title>
			<description>Kind of a dark poem. Was feeling pretty blue when I wrote this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/827241/</link>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>I'm not sure how to describe this. I wrote it in a fragile state of mind. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BrooklynHallows/827239/</link>
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