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			<title>The Park</title>
			<description>Leslie&amp;hellip;Les&amp;hellip;lie.Sweat covered her body when she finally awoke fromthe erotic dream. They were more often than not lately, and they always lefther trembling. The funny thing was that it was a different man every time. Itwasn&amp;rsquo;t like she was a crazed sexual being, just ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1203299/</link>
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			<title>Apathetic</title>
			<description>Bleeding hearts drop unceremoniously to the floorVeins pumped full of deleterious venomWe cannot stand to take it anymoreBut our eyes are locked upon grotesque beauty&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Examples of bones and skin are on displaySmall gasps of wistful breath, bodies decliningStilts strapped to their attenuate..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1119393/</link>
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			<title>Psychotic Lust</title>
			<description>I breathe in the scent of your hairShivers run through my bodyOh God, I can't wait to touch youTo violate your pride.&amp;nbsp;Please don't fight itI'll have to use this duct tapeCan you at least pretend to enjoy it?Just for me, just this once.&amp;nbsp;If you don't stop crying I'll breakI don't want to bec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1113038/</link>
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			<title>Dear Wife</title>
			<description>&quot;Oh my God, she's at it again.&quot;&quot;That w***e.&quot;&quot;That s**t.&quot;&quot;Who does she think she is?&quot;&amp;nbsp;It's quite alright,there's nothing to be&amp;nbsp;afraid ofIt's just a cockAnd it's called making love&amp;nbsp;Don't be jealous because I do things you can't spare time to think ofI&amp;nbsp;love him all night in the back..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1106568/</link>
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			<title>Please Leave</title>
			<description>Let me be, Let me be&amp;nbsp;I can't take these riddles anymore&amp;nbsp;The bitter taste of your love lingers&amp;nbsp;How am I supposed to close the door&amp;nbsp;Is there anyone who knows of pain&amp;nbsp;Self deprecation; I loathe you&amp;nbsp;Let me be&amp;nbsp;Please leave</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1100474/</link>
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			<title>Obey</title>
			<description>Amber couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened with Mr. Hust, not even an hour ago. Toni went on about&amp;nbsp;a boy she met in her new college course, oblivious to her best friend's exploits. It brought a smile to Amber's lips, what a naughty secret. She couldn't wait for next time, her thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1100196/</link>
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			<title>Swallow</title>
			<description>For all my dirty girls...;)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1099595/</link>
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			<title>Wishy Washy</title>
			<description>Dirt.&amp;nbsp;It's all around me, filling every crevice to the fullest extent. &amp;nbsp;Smell.&amp;nbsp;I breath it in with every fragile breath.&amp;nbsp;Taste.&amp;nbsp;I choke on the musty grit between my teeth.&amp;nbsp;Touch.&amp;nbsp;Warm&amp;nbsp;hands pulls me from death's reach.&amp;nbsp;Sound.&amp;nbsp;His whisper betrays his ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1096143/</link>
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			<title>Mask</title>
			<description>CAUTION-Extremely sexual!!!!!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1038798/</link>
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			<title>Unbelievable</title>
			<description>I know what love is.His face is so familiar to me that,even if I didn't see him for a thousand years,I would recognize it within a millisecond. His smell will always be home, that familiar sweet, earthy,and&amp;nbsp;masucline scent that is so unique to him.When he sleeps, I stare at his re..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1034122/</link>
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			<title>Monster Inside</title>
			<description>The sky was grey and the air was cold. I could see my breath puffing out with every exhale as I was&amp;nbsp;climbing up a steep grassy hill. It was fall, that's all I knew. The leaves crunched beneath my feet and the smell of damp earth filled my nostrils. It was beautiful, the trees alive with warm co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1031584/</link>
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			<title>Tic Toc</title>
			<description>I began to think she wouldn't come. Impatiently, I began to tap my foot while the anonymous spoke of their various afflictions and how it had damaged their lives. Just as I was getting up to leave, she appeared in the doorway, to the farthest side of the room directly across from me. She manuevered ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1030355/</link>
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			<title>The Forgotten One</title>
			<description>This is my version of, well, you'll see.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamanthaMarie/1030234/</link>
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