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			<title>Bathsheba</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I despise you with my very soul and my very being for doing what you did and for bringing me here!&amp;rdquo; Is that too harsh? I don&amp;rsquo;t know what to say to him, why not be harsh? After all, this is entirely David&amp;rsquo;s fa..</description>
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			<title>Supine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The clock read 12:19 am as Jane leaned over to gingerly turn off her primary source of light, leaving the emerald green letters to burn into the darkness. For too long now her nights were restless, and yet tonight felt different, the desire for sleep was stronger. She embraced the blackness ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dayoldhate/258764/</link>
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			<title>Your Hands Are Cold</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; The girl awoke to a new smell, to a new light seeping in through the windows. Through the crimson curtains she could see the evergreens draped in white. She smiled then, running to open the glass and let the soft flakes come ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dayoldhate/258762/</link>
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			<title>Filched Identity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was here that I found the world dead, different than the city that lay so close by and yet both shared the same sky, the same sun and dark grey clouds passing over to shadow the doorstep on which I now stood. As I knocked, my eyes observed ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dayoldhate/249413/</link>
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			<title>Fall Away</title>
			<description>Immortal glass heart of mineFall away from me and shatter Be it this pain or my deathThis heart would choose the latter&amp;nbsp;You spat on the fragments Ground them down into dustAnd in this bittersweet epiphanyI find there was no love, only lust&amp;nbsp;And now I must walk away Bef..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dayoldhate/249408/</link>
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			<title>Ghost</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Thrust out pale bone as I fall into youThe dancing shadows are a mask upon your faceFrom here, from you, I did not seek warmthAnd yet from this tall tower I fall to the base&amp;nbsp;Liquid lust slides down into our heartsBlack as the nothing that is before my eyesThe hollow night ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dayoldhate/249407/</link>
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			<title>What Is Left</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Fall not into despair, my loveFrom brokenness we can only move onThese chains that bind, this cold that freezesIs my light not enough to lead you away?&amp;nbsp;Rip out my wings and take them to flyClose your eyes and listen to my songCome back under the safety of our woodsThe st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dayoldhate/249405/</link>
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			<title>In Dreams Of You</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;How frozen my eyes areAs you are not here any longerA quiet has settled nowAll I hear is the wind and the wavesMocking me in this supposed defeatBut what have you left?&amp;nbsp;Finally the snow has fallenA comforting blanketTo cover the dead trees and their decayTime was sto..</description>
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