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			<title>I'am</title>
			<description>I am...I'm a pirateSeeking for dreamsI'm a gardinerSeeking flowers thatWant to dreamI'm a poetSeeking for the best poetryI want, I wishI could find every little thingThat once I had but nowIt's hidden...As a designerI wish inspirationAs a musicianI wish The best songBut as a person...I can't wish wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adan-W.-Kouts/1082458/</link>
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			<title>I Cannot Say</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I cannot say...I'm a dead monsterI can't feel a thingI hate almost&amp;nbsp;everythingIt make me sickI don't know how to trustAll the time I tryI fail cuz I do it wrongSo yeah... hate me&amp;nbsp;Or love me it's up to youBut don't try to change meCuz If you do it's becauseYou can't stand me anymore.....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adan-W.-Kouts/1082449/</link>
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			<title>Our reality</title>
			<description>				&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Our RealityThe reality of livingIt's pretty much being someonewhich means to be specialor make yourself special around othersIn our reality being someonemeans have somethingthat make u differentSomething that others seesto be totally specialSo special tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adan-W.-Kouts/1082443/</link>
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			<title>Distance</title>
			<description>DistanceAlways what you wantIt's not even closer to youIt's always in somewhere far awayAnd there's nothing we can doDistance is like a wellYou never know how deep it isUnless you fall on itAnd trust me you don't wanna do thatCuz when you fall it's never sureYou're&amp;nbsp;coming&amp;nbsp;backIf you hate s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adan-W.-Kouts/1082431/</link>
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			<title>Deeper Thoughts</title>
			<description>In this world where nothing seems completeIn this world where we find a lot of&amp;nbsp;disagreementIn this same world where we may never&amp;nbsp;Get the&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;of a life freenow I ask youLife it's a gift or a curse?You may choose your pathAnd see where it goesBut I'm telling you thatIt's no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adan-W.-Kouts/1082426/</link>
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			<title>Amnesia</title>
			<description>This is a poem where i describe my lost memory about the so called real me...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Adan-W.-Kouts/1082408/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts Of Her</title>
			<description>This is a dedication to someone realy important to me, she is not with me but i wish she could be...</description>
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