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			<title>Fit to be LOVED</title>
			<description>The struggle of a girl to gain her Father's love and approval.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzucenaV/974710/</link>
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			<title>life never lived</title>
			<description>The life never lived&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzucenaV/955673/</link>
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			<title>insipid sanctuary</title>
			<description>Insipid SanctuaryDiscovering&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a room &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; missing its walls, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzucenaV/949726/</link>
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			<title>Spirit of Mischief</title>
			<description>Honor is illuminated by the survival in the games played&amp;nbsp;By the Spirit of Mischief.Only do those who think in the depth and ways of Einstein,Deceive it's deadly essence.Many natural leaders pass through it's Mad Reason,But are soon caught in rising water,&amp;nbsp;With no Exit.Nor Slave or King can..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzucenaV/944619/</link>
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			<title>significance of the poet</title>
			<description>Children finding sanctuary in words without walls,Passing wealth,Receiving support.Memories collapsed on paper.Anything or anyone can write poetry,But not everyone can honor the damaged hero.Jewels hidden in Society,Riding on tragedy, desolation and hunger.Extinguishers of disaster,Leaders of advent..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzucenaV/944617/</link>
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			<title>if only</title>
			<description>???If Only??? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If only &amp;hellip;.I had known what I know now, when you were considered a&quot;child&quot;, so many things I could have prevented you in o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzucenaV/939850/</link>
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			<title>Haikus </title>
			<description>Rays of light heat all,Chirping birds and skies of blue,Nakie trees.... no snow.&amp;nbsp;(condensed version)Rays heat all,Chirping skies of blue,Nakie trees.... no snow.&amp;nbsp;Grass a golden tan,Crying out with every step,Frost bitten winter.&amp;nbsp;(condensed version)Golden gr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzucenaV/938189/</link>
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			<title>Where I am from</title>
			<description>I am from,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Little girl underwear full of lacey ruffles on the butt.From,The pumada La Tia, which seemed to cure everything from cuts, scrapes, bumps and bruises, allowing me to grow fearless.I am from,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AzucenaV/930767/</link>
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