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		<description>The original writings of author Jacqueline</description>
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			<title>Whatever Demons I</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/341397/</link>
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			<title>Holes</title>
			<description>I've been thinking a lot about child hood scars...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/337873/</link>
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			<title>American Bandstand: Aging Liberty</title>
			<description>... 
I wrote it during work on a piece of reciept paper...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/336976/</link>
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			<title>Bouquet...</title>
			<description>I realized a few nights ago that my biggest fear isn't being alone, it's never having children.  If you ask those around me who know me personally, they'll tell you I never talk about my fears, partly because I don't have many, and partly because I don't</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/336646/</link>
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			<title>JigSaw</title>
			<description>I don't know why it's so hard to write about things unless it's in the poetry ._.
It's about a man.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/336321/</link>
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			<title>A Thousand Splendid Pieces</title>
			<description>...
I've got writer's block...
so this isn't great.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/329898/</link>
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			<title>The Yellow Bars in Pakistan</title>
			<description>One of my favorite people told me a story one day... it sounded great so it got turned into a short poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284818/</link>
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			<title>A Sweet Man Watching Everyone Else Get Cirrhosis of The Liver</title>
			<description>... short.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284817/</link>
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			<title>Brunch</title>
			<description>... munch munch munch</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284815/</link>
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			<title>Akuna Wirake</title>
			<description>Aboriginal for To Follow a Friend ... I like traveling...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284814/</link>
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			<title>She Says</title>
			<description>An old reflection...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284813/</link>
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			<title>To Tijuana</title>
			<description>Sometimes, I run away.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284812/</link>
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			<title>Motherhood</title>
			<description>Someone said they didn't like spiders...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284810/</link>
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			<title>Halston</title>
			<description>... short.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284809/</link>
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			<title>Ciro</title>
			<description>A short story about the last few days of the short life of a man named Ciro.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/284806/</link>
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			<title>The Halls of American Renaissance</title>
			<description>Sort of my response to Allen Ginsberg's &amp;quot;A Supermarket In California&amp;quot; ... he is my hero, after all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/257530/</link>
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			<title>Cigarette Break</title>
			<description>... I have my moments...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/256415/</link>
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			<title>Untitled Observations Part I</title>
			<description>I have these moments of ravished anger... they go away quickly... but the impression is ever lasting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/256413/</link>
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			<title>Sunset Marathon</title>
			<description>... Sometimes, we just need a place to run.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/256411/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>I had a fight with Music one day...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tangled/256409/</link>
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			<title>Three Cheers For A New Year</title>
			<description>I hate my moments...</description>
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