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			<title>The Cool Girl</title>
			<description>The Cool Girl&amp;nbsp;Be the coolgirl. That&amp;rsquo;s theultimate goal, right?That&amp;rsquo;s thedefining compliment from a man. &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s a coolgirl.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;She&amp;rsquo;s hot.She&amp;rsquo;s brilliant.She&amp;rsquo;sindepen..</description>
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			<title>A Clich&amp;eacute; Love Poem in the Form of a Thank-You  </title>
			<description>A Clich&amp;eacute; Love Poem in the Form of aThank-You&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In all of yourintelligence In all of yourwit Amongst factsand formulas Procedures andproblems &amp;nbsp;There are a fewthings You haven&amp;rsquo;theard me say...</description>
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			<title>Time and Death--Thoughts Spilled Out on Paper</title>
			<description>I don't Know what to think.I don't even know what genre this should be in, because there's no such thing as a &quot;Thoughts spilled out all over paper&quot; genre.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&amp;nbsp;What is it like, Kn..</description>
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			<title>If I Had a Knife</title>
			<description>If I had a knifefor every timeyou made me feel insecure,&amp;nbsp;I would've bled to deatha long time ago.</description>
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			<title>Come Leap Along the Shadows</title>
			<description>Come leap along the shadows. Of the city in the dark. The street lights trace the skyline, And I'll gently trace your heart. &amp;nbsp;Come wander in the willows.&amp;nbsp;Under a silver slit of moon. The wind will hum&amp;nbsp; and we will sway, To the warmth of summer's tune.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Com..</description>
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			<title>The Angel's Lullaby</title>
			<description>I'll show you a world Let me take you away. Where hopes don't wither into dust.&amp;nbsp; your heart is light as day. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For when the dark comes, There is nothing to dread. Just set your mind to rest On a dandelion bed.&amp;nbsp; --------------------------- And the angels whisp..</description>
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			<title>Tension</title>
			<description>Tension hangs between us; Palpable and thick, Yet diaphanous and see-through&amp;nbsp; Like a sheet of glass. smirking all the while.. At the disturbance it has created.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There is nothing I can say or do. The strain of our emotions and opinions is overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; Our sen..</description>
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			<title>My Lack of Courage</title>
			<description>This one's for you. I saw it coming a mile away...and I've been trying to avoid it ever since. But it's managed to sink through and make it's way here. Accept it, or don't. It's still here regardless.</description>
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			<title>My Ghost</title>
			<description>I looked in the mirror this morning. &amp;nbsp;A ghost stared back. Her eyes were glassy and sunken in,&amp;nbsp; and her cheeks were hollow.&amp;nbsp; Her lips matched her skin. &amp;nbsp;Pale, and slightly translucent, she stared blankly back at me.&amp;nbsp; Her gaze held the essence&amp;nbsp; of an ..</description>
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			<title>When I Get to Heaven</title>
			<description>When I'm walking up to heaven, And when I get to the gates,&amp;nbsp; God himself will stop me, And say he'd made a mistake. &amp;nbsp;Then he'll snap his fingers twice And the stairs beneath my feet, will vanish like the dewfall Sitting in the summer's heat.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Down and down an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annabelle202326/949314/</link>
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			<title>Remember This</title>
			<description>For my lovely sisters. </description>
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			<title>Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep</title>
			<description>Do not stand at my grave, And woefully weep.&amp;nbsp; For I don't lie dead,&amp;nbsp; but merely asleep.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You can bet I won't stay, In this cold frigid ground. if you really must find me, I'm sure to be found. &amp;nbsp;just wait for the spring time, That fresh breath of new ai..</description>
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			<title>A Night in the Life</title>
			<description>A night in the life&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;8:49 pm&amp;nbsp;I lay in my bed.And I count the knots in the ceiling.I watch the reflections of the TV on the skylight.Every now and again, I hear you open the cap,Spit&amp;nbsp;your tobacco&amp;nbsp;into an Iced-tea bottle,Clear your throat, And scr..</description>
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			<title>The Bottle</title>
			<description>The stench of the liquor;It clings to your breath.Like I clung to you,Though you scared me to death.&amp;nbsp;The veins in your eyes;Are bright pink and red.Like you face when we jumpedOn your newly made bed.&amp;nbsp;Every step that you take;You lean and you sway.Like the trees in o..</description>
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			<title>A Tear Drop</title>
			<description>A Tear Drop.&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;small drop of saline, watery fluid,That&amp;nbsp;is secreted&amp;nbsp;from the lacrimal glands between the eye and the eyelid. &amp;nbsp;But it is so much more.A tear drop is the fear of what is to come,Of who I will grow up to be.It is the searing pain in my heartFor ..</description>
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