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			<title>oc (and) a love story</title>
			<description>He called it &amp;ldquo;oh see&amp;rdquo; and rolled his eyes at me when I asked if I should eat the whole thing. It spoiled me, didn&amp;rsquo;t make my eyes water and my sinuses drip when I sucked it up my nose with a fervor usually reserved for my sister&amp;rsquo;s friend&amp;rsquo;s spare Adderall when she needed ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/1059160/</link>
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			<title>All Aboard the Hot Mess Express</title>
			<description>I opened my watering eyes and sniffed one of those disgusting snorts that pulls all the powder from your nose into the back of your throat, looked around at the squalor I was being subjected to that night. In a corner of the income-based apartment we were holed up in, there was a wannabe gangster ki..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/1023495/</link>
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			<title>Backbeat.</title>
			<description>We are scars that mar,Cutting into your brain like razorblades,Leaving wounds with open mouthsGasping for air,Shedding enough blood to shareOn this earth.It seeps into the soil,How many wars will we fight for oil?It is recognitionOf the national submissionTo the subliminal messag..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/318953/</link>
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			<title>Un petit poem, pour vous, mon amor.</title>
			<description>A million personalities, and I'm pretty sure you like the flavor ofthe week.A minute, an hour, an eon -- all the same numb.Cholera can't come faster, so we sit patiently waiting for the Apocalypse.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/275259/</link>
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			<title>A Week at All-Girls' Government Camp Destroys Your Soul</title>
			<description>The white-hot noise of a thousand estrogen-filled body bags surrounds me.I won't be encompassed by their radiating scream.Cut through the darkness at 5:47 this morning,but this light speaks in whispers and nods.I'd give my firstborn for the sanity of my own bed.Or an indescribable amount o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/275258/</link>
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			<title>i have hopelessly high hopes</title>
			<description>my head has been heavy and full latelynot really pounding just tapping and whispering, some sort of signal for release. or maybe a request for new information. a glimmer that my dreams have not been completely shattered. was a broken heart the price to pay for happiness? one never know..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/266574/</link>
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			<title>I know, love.</title>
			<description>Everything spilling out in your fist andI'm daring myself to say I think you like the color choice.You'd think after all this time I'd learned to lie to my faceand I'd pick up the pace and I'd quit picking daisies'cause after every turn followed by a negative responseI've come accustomed t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/265815/</link>
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			<title>i wrote you a poem last night.</title>
			<description> your room smells like incense.your hair smells like coconut shampoo.you taste like chocolate covered pretzels and cherry chapstick.get off the computer for ten f*****g minutes.come over here so i can touch you.your skin under my fingersis like a dream,is this really happening?kurt s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/235057/</link>
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			<title>Too Much to Say</title>
			<description>cool comprehensive, this labor intensiveit's jaded and raided and faded awaytorn like an old cloth, cold like the soup brothtired, refired, like unhardened claywords from my fingers silently lingerwriter's block -- f**k it -- too much to say.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/235055/</link>
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			<title>For the Cynics</title>
			<description>what a finely crafted irony you are, my dear, &amp;nbsp;hiding so hard -- you're naked now, but don't worry: i'm not laughing. your swinging hips and pouty lips are sticking hard, just as planned. i hate to disappoint you, but you seem to have pleased the b******s you love to hate...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/235050/</link>
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			<title>Cicada Sonata</title>
			<description>the wind keeps me awake  outside my bedroom window. the trees shake as if alive -- like a person dancing with the wind. cicadas humming in the summer twilight, playing a song, especially for the trees and the wind. nightingales sing to the sonata of the cicadas, fireflies flash a sil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emptyxxblissx/235049/</link>
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			<title>Schizophrenia</title>
			<description> &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;Writing all of my ideas down in my s****y little notebook. ..</description>
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