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      <title>Elite Skills Writing Club: Chihuahuii</title>
      <link>http://www.eliteskills.com/u/Chihuahuii</link>
      <description>The writings and poetry of Chihuahuii.</description>
      <language>en-us</language>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 03:22:09 -0600</pubDate>
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 		<title>Whenever You Want Me</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/12800</link>
         	<description>A vow of love to a person I&#039;ve yet to discover. Written while listening to &quot;1000 Words&quot; by Jade from Sweetbox.</description>
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 		<title>Not Your Girl</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/65484</link>
         	<description>I think I&#039;ve finally found my style...This is about this boy that won&#039;t LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. PG version, of course.



I swear I had visions of me reciting this at Def Poetry Jam...but maybe that&#039;s just me.</description>
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 		<title>Strings Again</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/12893</link>
         	<description>The song of love is in the form of violin. Please help me with structure; this is almost the first song I&#039;ve done without listening to another song.</description>
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 		<title>My Perception of You</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/12799</link>
         	<description>A poem about two different boys, though my thoughts have been rolled into one person. One is of a great church friend who I wish to be something to, the other of a boy I invested my emotional faith in, before he near knocked me up.</description>
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 		<title>To Be Free</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/12890</link>
         	<description>Once again thinking of a boy I hardly know, wishing he was the one who could free me, whatever that means...</description>
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 		<title>Damn the Caller ID</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/20345</link>
         	<description>Venting some very random badness inside of me. The caller ID represents something, so yeah, you&#039;ll have to make an educated guess. Edited 13 October 2005.</description>
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 		<title>Phantom Train Man</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/13044</link>
         	<description>&quot;Numbers. They dehumanize our lives.&quot; A girl witnesses a hidden miracle, then comes to find her miracle is but an experiment. Written in 30 minutes at the Ohio Power of the Pen State Finals.</description>
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 		<title>Purgatory Eyes FD</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/15787</link>
         	<description>This strange poem was actually written to be included in my novel. A female character wrote it, swept away by the eyes of the protagonist. (FD stands for &#039;first draft.&#039;) Just thought I&#039;d get a piece out there, just to keep my hand in.</description>
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 		<title>Unforgettable</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/16290</link>
         	<description>A boy I&#039;ve promised myself never to speak the name of, was a constant threat to me throughout the school year. He made me do things a girl like me would never do, but in return he became my best friend. The whole school turned on me. Then he told me he loved me, just days before he lied that I might be pregnant, and taunted me for it. My mom blocked his number. I haven&#039;t heard from him since.</description>
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