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		<description>The original writings of author Marissa</description>
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			<description>Somewhat of a part 2 to nightride.</description>
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			<title>City School Yard</title>
			<description>Sweet, green grass sways smoothwind moves sounds of the cityto my senses, quiet.								</description>
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			<title>Tanka</title>
			<description>The man in the moona new image in mind's thoughtshas no age to mansomewhat of a mysteryyet, we know each other well.								</description>
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			<title>Vacation</title>
			<description>On the porch at night I feel most comfortable.It's the hush sounds of the windthat rustle leaves and send chirping noises to my ears.The sound of debris skipping on the groundreminds me of my enjoyment of outside.With the moon and stars in clear view,the light is bright enoughjust to s..</description>
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			<title>Only to Grow</title>
			<description>I knew this day would comewhen I would leave someone behindThree years ago, the thought of youhad never even crossed my mind.We met a year after my plans were strictly setbut that didn't matter much thenuntil we fell in loveand now I'm not so surewhy we wasted all this timeworryi..</description>
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			<title>Chorus</title>
			<description>deep in that momentI sought to beg youand deep in my mindI sought to just let goand even deeper, so honest of my heart, to grab your handno matter your stateand leave this nightmare of riotagainst us..</description>
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			<title>Procrastination in Progress</title>
			<description>an unknown depth of dead feelings waving through bodyice in the watersthousands of pounds of time stopping walls of masscold, impartial, resentmentno smooth sail in sighta wading game of isolationsolitude from the shore of armsharsh roars of coldjust blistering the momentstick tick..</description>
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			<title>Curveball</title>
			<description>It took real bags under my eyes to finally use my vocabulary.three months to the day and I still feel like it was just today.I lost the words when you threw the text curve;you threw a f*****g text curve.I had to catch it at work.sad, like I never learn.																				</description>
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			<title>Ride</title>
			<description>I did mean to take it this farthough I did not mean for it to get like this.a night right on my brain,becoming what I am aboutsetting myself up for disasterslow swerving and the cars are getting fasternerves vibrating into laughteris that really what I am after?I feel myself push the t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marsnp/1049073/</link>
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			<description>today I write in isolationdictation of my mind's impatienceclosets full of coats and umbrellas,they don't protect my throbbing core from bursting among the saturation.apathetic to their watching facesas my feet get lost in pacescloudy eyes, teardrop skiesit's hard to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marsnp/1049070/</link>
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			<title>Heartbreak is a Creeper</title>
			<description>This reflects the drawn out break up which took years to happen, the last 3 of it to be exact.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marsnp/1048596/</link>
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