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			<title>Dear John</title>
			<description>I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help the way I looked at him, with nothingness.&amp;nbsp; His one leg sprawled off the side of the bed, a blotchy red birthmark exposed on his inner thigh.&amp;nbsp; A beast with his boxers bunched up his a*s.&amp;nbsp; I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail.&amp;nbsp; I buttoned up my sheer whi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/612168/</link>
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			<title>Make UP</title>
			<description>masking my pain </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/610716/</link>
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			<title>autopilot</title>
			<description>everyday crap</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/610696/</link>
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			<title>Save me</title>
			<description>needing someone to save me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/608892/</link>
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			<title>I fight</title>
			<description>getting through another day as a widow</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/608887/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>why does time go on when loved ones die</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/491957/</link>
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			<title>Grieve</title>
			<description>the processtaking the time to grievepointlessthe blood curdling screamsthe hysterical sobbingcrying on the floorin the fetal positionafraid my insides will comepouring outfind the strength each dayto wash the childrento feed the childrento love the childrenthen night comesthe quietthe ear piercing q..</description>
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			<title>Eternal</title>
			<description>for my husband</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/491951/</link>
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			<title>how could you</title>
			<description>...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/491512/</link>
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			<title>With you</title>
			<description>about my husband who passed away</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/491502/</link>
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			<title>11:11 I love you</title>
			<description>the day I lost my husband</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/491501/</link>
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			<title>obsessive complusive rocky road</title>
			<description>binge</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/starbound25/293096/</link>
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