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		<description>The original writings of author Prescilla</description>
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			<title>stirred</title>
			<description>about last night. pretty awesome if i do say so myself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/382892/</link>
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			<title>in the cold cold night</title>
			<description>lets kiss a little bit.i want to be your man.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;baby please dont think i cant.i can do more with these hands than you'd expect.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/376164/</link>
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			<title>ultrnx- grum- woah</title>
			<description>check that song out ^ and then tell me it doesnt make you think of this. GOOD GOD.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/369113/</link>
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			<title>fridge words</title>
			<description>you know those little magnetic fridge words? yeah well this is what i made:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/366291/</link>
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			<title>stairwells</title>
			<description>wrote this in the late hours of night, the first time id written in a long time, and it felt so good to stay up late with all the lights off and music blaring, my fingers typing madly on the keyboard. this is only the begining of the story, im going to co</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/349861/</link>
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			<title>corners</title>
			<description>this is old, but it was on a whim, and i was going through my computer...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/333120/</link>
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			<title>kissing k</title>
			<description>how things unfolded</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/333116/</link>
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			<title>juarez then lust</title>
			<description>started out listening to juarez by tori, ended up listening to lust by tori. BEAUTIFUL</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/327308/</link>
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			<title>destinations</title>
			<description>theres something stuck in the valves of my heart. some viral sludge that is keeping me from breathing. it hurts to sigh, my feet are numb and blistered, and my eyes go in and out of clarity. words tend to get stuck in my throat when i see you, and i forget how im supposed to act. you make me feel sm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/326217/</link>
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			<title>before an empty audience</title>
			<description>i havent danced in so long... and i wish i could show people. it would be so much easier.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/317858/</link>
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			<title>circe</title>
			<description>old///pretty///not as good as the song by ursula rucker ( look it up )</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/314402/</link>
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			<title>the kiss</title>
			<description>same sex tendencies</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/299456/</link>
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			<title>parts of me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My eyes fell from the sky, whirling in a vortex of blue. They fell down steeply into my face, and encased themselves forever in my head.My lips formed out of the water, like pink waves of sweet ocean. They are wild and free, and their song is like the coastal wind.My hands came from the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/289731/</link>
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			<title>dont walk away, love</title>
			<description>something real</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/288124/</link>
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			<title>i like...</title>
			<description>really pretty simple</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/286771/</link>
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			<title>sono il mare</title>
			<description>self explanitory</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/swizmaya/278972/</link>
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			<title>gardenias</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;So tell me, what do you want to know about lies?&amp;rdquo;Do I dare turn around and look at him?I know it&amp;rsquo;s him by the way he breathes so near to me, his lips close to my neck. &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t want to know anything.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s a lie.&amp;rdquo;I close my eyes. H..</description>
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