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			<title>Smelling the flowers again</title>
			<description>Sticks and stones did break my bones, and words did hurt me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/klsidaway/223540/</link>
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			<title>Disillusions of Love</title>
			<description>I watched you from afar.Your Old.Life shows on your face.Your walk is hesitant.What happened to that peacock strut.No more f**k you attitude.They say Jack Daniels is your bestfriend now,lays with you in your bed at night,where I once did.No illusions of love in my head nowJust wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/klsidaway/222910/</link>
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			<title>Smoke and mirrors</title>
			<description>Terror is the worst tyranny for us to suffer. However close to that would be the intentional violation of the truth to sefishly satisfy the needs of a self satisfying person, the Sociophath.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/klsidaway/219133/</link>
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			<title>The whirring of a four blade fan</title>
			<description>Afternoon delight,  moving towards a climax that will be more exhilarating than anything thats ever happened before.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/klsidaway/219131/</link>
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			<title>Only words</title>
			<description>Sure you hear snide remarks about this, that, and the other, a person is not what they used to be, or a place is not what it was, mostly words that blow away fast like dust in the wind, but occasionally words find a target, as if aimed by an arrow straight for the heart, certain people are left rava..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/klsidaway/219117/</link>
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			<title>Night</title>
			<description>The threat of imminent danger, hidden by the night is banished by the light of day. The subconcious, which is deeply buried in our normal lives sometimes surfaces to be almost within conscious reach, this is mystic, and comes to us in the form of dreams, or mental telepathy, our intuition is fascina..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/klsidaway/219114/</link>
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			<title>Neurotic</title>
			<description>I have sometimes wondered if the emancipation of the neurotic, and the obsessive, would create an atmosphere more in keeping with todays lifestyles.&amp;nbsp; The correct way is grossley exaggerated by the corrupt majority</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/klsidaway/218788/</link>
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			<title>Feeling cynical.</title>
			<description>It is strangely ironic, how certain people can send one into a cynical, creative shell.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/klsidaway/218680/</link>
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