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		<description>The original writings of author Alaina</description>
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			<title>Sensory Overload</title>
			<description>My brain on speed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/279316/</link>
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			<title>Tattoo</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The day I heardMelissa Ferrick sing,I imagine my brain looks like a carousel on fire.Was the day I couldn&amp;rsquo;t thinkOf my own mindWithout seeingMelting ponies,A fiery childhood dreamSpinning out of control.&amp;nbsp;Black scabsTainted the newly inkedLetters below my ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/278344/</link>
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			<title>Iris Biggs</title>
			<description>Creswell, NC</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/275272/</link>
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			<title>The Police Impounded My Hearse</title>
			<description>Comical postmortem poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/260524/</link>
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			<title>Ode to the Incubus: Second Night</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Rape meDemon of the nightWhere my dreams leak into the barren room.&amp;nbsp;Feed off my fearsPleasuring your devilish body.Open my crusted eyesTo stare into windows,Where black holes let me see the fire.&amp;nbsp;Make me want you.Enter my dreamsForcing my hand to your face..</description>
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			<title>Kennebunkport, Maine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Smelling,decaying fish and low tidenever bothered mein late Augustthe way it didmid July.&amp;nbsp;The attic bookstorewas worth it.I never understoodhow the eight foot tallcandle by the door,refused to engulf the building.&amp;nbsp;I guess it had respectfor literature...</description>
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			<title>Latex Paint Is So Much Fun</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;We painted each otherinstead of the Wall.&amp;nbsp;My girlfriends fingers followedthe muscle linesprotruding throughmy skin. Showingher where to cutand peel the paintoff my Back,Legs,Arms.&amp;nbsp;She saw only skin.Her face was emotionlessas she painted patterns.Broa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/257357/</link>
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			<title>Kissing Kaleidoscope Eyes</title>
			<description>a drug Ghazal</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/250827/</link>
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			<description>Ok so this is a piece I just recently started I want to get some opinions before I really continue. If I remember correctly the story cuts off in an odd place and I apologize for that.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/243826/</link>
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			<title>A Warm Place</title>
			<description>When waking up isn't a chore. This is a short scene I wrote in my Fiction 1 class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/243431/</link>
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			<title>Metastasizing Was Too Many Syllables</title>
			<description>A Villanelle about the beauty and horror of breasts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/242266/</link>
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			<title>Night Games</title>
			<description>A response to Robert Frost&amp;#2013266066;s &amp;#2013266067;Acquainted With the Night&amp;#2013266068;
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/242264/</link>
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			<title>2,740 Miles to Heartache</title>
			<description>6 girls hit the road to learn more about life, themselves and each other.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/228076/</link>
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			<title>Death by Number</title>
			<description>A Holocaust poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/227815/</link>
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			<title>Believe in the Logic of a Child</title>
			<description>Death through the eyes of a child.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/227720/</link>
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			<title>Ode to the Incubus: First Night</title>
			<description>Incubus: A mythological demon that rapes women in their sleep and causes them to enjoy it. The female version of this is the Succubus.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writerbyheart/227716/</link>
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			<title>Aubade - Genderfuck</title>
			<description>Genderfuck is a portmanteau which refers to the self-conscious effort to &amp;quot;f**k with&amp;quot; or play with traditional notions of gender identity, gender roles, and gender presentation. It falls under the umbrella of the transgender spectrum. (Wikipedia)</description>
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