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			<title>In Repose</title>
			<description>                                                Our eyes fall in love with every burning building we meetAnd it&amp;rsquo;s hard not to take off running down every abandonded streetThe vines are angry, tightly wrapped around both our throatsAs we squirm and shoot fireworks, the only so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/1214671/</link>
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			<title>Without the Sound</title>
			<description>                                                I followed your distractionAnd with a scent of attractionI came to an abrupt stopI saw your body crying covered in dirtDon&amp;rsquo;t know what it was, but I bet it hurtFeel the sky pulling towards the groundWhen my head is s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/1214663/</link>
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			<title>I AM GONNA EDIT THIS S**T LATER</title>
			<description>BALLS</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/1189981/</link>
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			<title>Carmichael</title>
			<description>LETZ GET CRUUUUNK</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/1189738/</link>
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			<title>The Human Body</title>
			<description>The human body is so f*****g grossThough as I age my fondess just growsAnd I don't know where your tired arms have beenBut I wanna see where they goLike eyes that forget to peelAnd your skin eventually driesIt falls off in every little shapeAs the beauty queen criesIt's something to destroy withYou ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/1189646/</link>
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			<title>Skinny</title>
			<description>I got what all the girls wantI'm where every boy has beenAnd if you just step backYou'll see your face againC-c-c-cutting through the windA brand new element to faceI said goodbye to my feelingsBecause they're such a wasteOh, what a wasteWhy do you think all of the stars explode?And where do you thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/1189641/</link>
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			<title>Behold the Lady, Rape Culture</title>
			<description>a song about feminism</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/960131/</link>
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			<title>Believe</title>
			<description>What is this beating inside of me?I am trying to justify the desire to dieAnd burn, like the thought I have long ignoredAn addict to the hard ground and cold shoulderMark these words that I'm better off above skiesHigh on clouds and believing that you're alrightWill it hurt when the priest recites a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/956490/</link>
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			<title>Wait and See</title>
			<description>can you guess?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/956463/</link>
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			<title>Parasite</title>
			<description>a song</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/954264/</link>
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			<title>The Sea is Splitting </title>
			<description>The sea is splitting for the eyes of a school of fishDivided in the minds but connected by the fistMake way for the black and whiteThere is no wrong, it's drown or be rightNear the center of the wave stands the past you and meShaking hands with the wash ups thick with coral reefHere's where I pick m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/954003/</link>
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			<title>Masks (Two at a Time)</title>
			<description>it is about shifting your personality around different people but always remaining real and cool</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/952770/</link>
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			<title>Pen Kick</title>
			<description>uh uh butts uh a song about holding hands boyfriends girlfriends uh uh</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/951598/</link>
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			<title>Elite 490</title>
			<description>uh a song I wrote about a friendship ending less than amicably </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/949666/</link>
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			<title>Everybody</title>
			<description>I'm looking to the sky and your eyes are bent forwardsYou don't even see the malice in those three wordsI'll take it kindly when the giants put us to restWith you on your knees, sinking in your graveConnecting the cement to your muscles and bloodWhere is it that a boy can just be himself? Without an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/948463/</link>
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			<title>The Sand and the Ship</title>
			<description>A poem about despair and feeling hopeless in situations that probably aren't.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/946743/</link>
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			<title>The Great Skeleton</title>
			<description>A song about death and faded roses and various other emoxcore icons.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/946366/</link>
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			<title>Bitter</title>
			<description>Some song I wrote about the idea of fame and what it meant to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheDuraMater/946290/</link>
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