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		<description>The original writings of author Trisha Clark</description>
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			<title>F**k, I'm sorry.</title>
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Restored.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Selfishly-Yours/61924/</link>
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			<title>Mercy</title>
			<description>Cinquain style. Syllables are 2,4,6,8,2

Another restore. Yay for making old stuff seem fresh!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Selfishly-Yours/41272/</link>
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			<title>Carnage</title>
			<description>I woke up every night,from the same awful dream--&amp;nbsp;A cairn of torsos,visceral wreckageSurreal--so it wouldn't have to seemso real.&amp;nbsp;I'd wake up shakingsometimes cryingand I'd beg you to helpto try and make itgo away--and you'd say,Trish, that's fucked up.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Selfishly-Yours/35696/</link>
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			<title>Blind</title>
			<description>Ignore the cliche. ;) Again, a restore.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Selfishly-Yours/20245/</link>
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			<title>Syndicated</title>
			<description>It's not a poem, so much as a thought with too many words. Another restore.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Selfishly-Yours/15190/</link>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>timeTake your timewatch it gojust know--you'll nevermake it homehomecause home's a personnot a placeit's that nameyou can't eraseeraseerase those feelingsdeep insidethose white elephantsyou hidehidehide the bottleand the pillsand the memoriesthey can't killk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Selfishly-Yours/15079/</link>
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			<title>Apathetically Apologetic</title>
			<description>First restore.... nothing new here!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Selfishly-Yours/15078/</link>
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