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			<title>The Fish &amp; The Liar</title>
			<description>The truth comes out in spurtsI'll tell you though it hurtsHere it comes fast and slowJust thought you'd like to know;Last week I buried my dead fishin your cat's food dishThis week you buried your dead catUnder the tree of the sleeping bat&amp;amp; I'm really not that sor..</description>
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			<title>Skin Thick as Lies</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A reveal of the most dishonest kindA portrait painted with clothing, body &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;faceA&amp;nbsp;heart of the simplest type dies fastA face easy to replace</description>
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			<title>London Legs</title>
			<description>Living, struttingClasslessly sluttingFlush skillWorthless thrillWhat do you want?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>&amp;Sometimes there just aren't enough rocks</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;With pepper in her lungsWork hard, play hardDie young, leave a good looking corpseThe streets wreaked of the death of dignity and hopeOr perhaps of urine and rotten baconMaybe the security blanketwas really just the lack of oneAnger and distaste; a commonand cheap fuel&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Phantom; My Beer God</title>
			<description>Phantom; My Beer GodBats float throught the airlike butterflies with teeth.Born from the moon;their version of a coccoon. Revenge had no daughter,A bloody mouthed queen.Learn how to say noTo a boy you wish you knew.Burning is now in style;rabid teenagers are torn away.You sit..</description>
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			<title>Killer Two Line</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Old cloth dreams cut and snaredYou killed the only one who ever cared</description>
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			<title>Moldy Ceiling Trust</title>
			<description>He rattled her skeletal frameRabid butterflies danced in her brainPromised her this was not his aimYoung, pure body, he could not refrain</description>
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			<title>Grab a New Seat</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chewing on horse tranquillizers and friends ears.These are the things no one else ever hears.The fire licks no one like it licks me.When the time comes we'll learn to flee.Burning lights lost me to the temptation of closed eyes.Oh, how I loved you and your selfish lies.You're i..</description>
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			<title>Zombies in Outerspace</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;Do you ever see female clowns?Or unintelligent yet skilled artists?No, but I did promise to make you a hat out of abandoned marble tiles.How often do you see a straight man working at a hair salon?Or a 5 year old reading shakespear?Oh baby you don&amp;rsquo;t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/451376/</link>
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			<title>Dramatic Axe Weilding Girl</title>
			<description>Blackened liscence plates scrubbed clean once again.Where do you get all the energy from sir?You know she misses you &amp;amp; wants to remember you.Ah, it's just like it's always been.Like trying to trap a desperate coyote.It's easier to kill something than to catch it.She was just th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/451373/</link>
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			<title>You Really Can't Tell</title>
			<description>              Boldness she possess's knocks her to her feetConfusion and sharp teeth screeching against youMake the excuses and you'll pay for it allHospital bracelets look too good on her&amp;nbsp;Bruises on her neck and cuts on her faceJust all too charming ..</description>
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			<title>Show Me Your Weakness</title>
			<description>Show me or we'll do nothing for you
Show me your weakness
Show me the witness</description>
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			<title>Drunken Truths</title>
			<description>Well at least they were true at the time</description>
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			<title>Dig Two Graves</title>
			<description>Is this more than you bargained for, darling?</description>
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			<title>Urgency</title>
			<description>It tickles when you shove that metal in my throatI like the way music plays and I think of that coat&amp;nbsp;The coat you wore when you cut my hairI tossed it out into the wind, it swirled in the air&amp;nbsp;A bird caught it and made a nestOh yes sir, I hate y..</description>
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			<title>All Deer Go To Belleville;</title>
			<description>well at least the ones lacking ambition</description>
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			<title>It's not what you do;</title>
			<description>It's what you're thinking of</description>
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			<title>The Red Lips Say</title>
			<description>Every step today is an outrageous verbA voice like the sounds a stomache makesMy scars don't tell any stories, honestlyI don't know how they got thereSo they aren't causing me any painThe red lips are saying somethingthe red lips are saying bye</description>
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			<title>Just that Unappealing</title>
			<description>I think I&amp;rsquo;m incurably lonely&amp;amp;I smile as I drag my feetThere is nothing simplerthan a complicated defeatI don&amp;rsquo;t think you&amp;rsquo;re prettyWith your perfect and fresh faceGet a little sick, lose your prideYou&amp;rsquo;ll make it in this placeWe&amp;rsquo;re a world shy of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/398592/</link>
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			<title>You Go Ahead, Go into Your Head</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So you're feeling a little fed up. You've given up and you've been given up on. You step out of bed for the first time all day. You don't feel any better. You get dressed but don't brush your hair. Down the street you shuffle. You've forgotten your shoes and the rocks brutal..</description>
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			<title>Sheet of Mirrors</title>
			<description>Defined with mistakable audacity.Free, yet confined by it.Bedridden by it's own freedom and anguish.Threatened by the thought of fading away into a lost existence.Covered by a sheet of mirrors.Reflecting everyone else's faults.Covered by a sheet of mirrors.Afraid to see yourself...</description>
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			<title>Don't Show Fear at the Dinner Table</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Spoonella awakes alone on a bed of blood splattered white silk Her face was bandaged and her shoulder had been popped back into place. She looked down at her arm to discover that she had a new wound. The Queen had carved a strange symbol into her wrist which seemed to have been centred arou..</description>
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			<title>Slaughter Queen</title>
			<description>Lonely is just an opinionMade by those who aren't adapted to the blood of funThose who can't raise dead dogs from their gravesTo come out and play; to undo what's doneA late night cannibalist is your captorYou wouldn't want to see her grin nor frownPut up a greater ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/398201/</link>
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			<title>Spoonella Meets the Slaughter Queen </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She tugs away. Her majesty grabs her by the wrist and mockingly croons &amp;quot;Trying to escape your murdering queen, your slaughter queen?&amp;quot; Spoonella rips her arm from her captor; the late night cannabalist. The Slaughter Queen&amp;rsquo;s dagge..</description>
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			<title>Late Night Cannibalist </title>
			<description>No vampires. Just Cannibalists. 
I took a couple of my favorite characters from my poems and threw them together to write a story.</description>
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			<title>12:21; Redsaday</title>
			<description>A little there &amp;amp; nowA little awake &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;asleepA little burnt fingernail.A little red sheep.Let's put some meaning where there isn't anyLet's stop kissing in alphabetical orderLet's stop telling you what to doLet's push it over the border</description>
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			<title>No Innocent Type</title>
			<description>The art of neologism and neoclassicism and neo citron and neon lights.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Wild Card Inside</title>
			<description>The stars didn't turn to black... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You just shut your eyesYou decided to give in... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/397041/</link>
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			<title>As Today</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You huffed and you bluffed and you shot my hope down. I have no sole- in my shoe. I&amp;rsquo;m finding it difficult to run from you. I think I&amp;rsquo;m see sick; from seeing too much, and you&amp;rsquo;re still moving in circles; as wise as a clock. You have quite a beautiful m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/396520/</link>
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			<title>She's Full of Poison, She Oblitherated Everything She Kissed</title>
			<description> She's Full of Poison, She Oblitherated Everything She Kissed&amp;nbsp;She wanted to learn to singSometimes like a birdSometimes like a burning womanShe wanted to be heard&amp;nbsp;She wanted to learn to shootShe wanted to learn how to kill for funOne night on t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/394789/</link>
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			<title>Euphuism</title>
			<description>Euphuism&amp;nbsp;Today is here&amp;amp;yesterday never cameYou aren't meBut we're the same&amp;nbsp;Definitely good luckBut never good byeInfinity always winsThe limit's the sky&amp;nbsp;A life long overIt never begunScience failed usPhilospy won</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/392554/</link>
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			<title>Laugh Your Hate With Me</title>
			<description>I think out of my a*sMy brain is a dead babyIt was born faking calm and happyAnd died angry trying to make up for itB&amp;nbsp; i&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; p&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; l&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; r&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; purple strollerYou lost your time..</description>
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			<title>Can't Say It All</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Can't Say It AllA delicate flower soaked in silkIt's scent is much sweeterunder the moonlight's breathand at the smile of midnightnothing is expected to fall apartbut instead becomemuch more beautifulthan the strangest lightWords can't dance the way eyes doand whisperin..</description>
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			<title>They Both Get Lonley At 2am</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Mother is up stairs in the kitchen baking muffins.Her little boy is sitting comfortably on the couch in the basementwith a girl sitting on the floor in front of him; creamy tear drop lip chap smeared across her mouth; lips, tongue and all.They hate eachother but play hush hushbecau..</description>
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			<title>[The Truth About Violet's Body]</title>
			<description>Everytime someone takes my picture&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/369096/</link>
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			<title>Kill Spoonella</title>
			<description>Hello, I hate you. I love you, I hate you. Hello, I hate you.
Let's end it again.</description>
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			<title>Greedy Little You</title>
			<description>Avoid greed like the plagueAvoid greed like the plagueAvoid greed like the plagueAvoid greed; the plague.The plague of humansthe b***h of needthe b*****d of wantThe Plague of humansthe one you feedthe one you hauntPick yourself up, no one wants toPick yourself up, no one wants ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/356522/</link>
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			<title>Your Favorite Disease</title>
			<description>Your Favorite Disease&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Life is a sexually transmitted disease. We all have it. And with this cruel disease we are all terminally ill. There is no hope for escaping our &amp;lsquo;fate&amp;rsquo;. All we can do is struggle to regain our genius; our questioning childlike beaut..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/349893/</link>
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			<title>Go Runaway Kid</title>
			<description>Go Runaway Kid&amp;nbsp;Old cloth dreamsCut and snaredYou killed the only oneWho ever caredA slap in the faceTraded for a pat on the backA real role modelIs exactly what you lackNo first class lock downThe threats deserves to stay invisibleYou fear their judgment becauseBet..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/349783/</link>
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			<title>Take My Picture</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Take my pictureSteal my soulLet me inL E T&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G O !&amp;nbsp;Stumble up and down the same stairsNo one hears a sound, no one knows you're aroundTrip your way home and land in your bedYou have no where else to goSo go, just go&amp;nbsp;Take my pict..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/347028/</link>
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			<title>Conceived In These Words</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Poetical words tangle in my headWill be so much more beautifulOnce used and saidFor release and peaceI'm a nightmare rebornI'm a dream come to lifeThese are our breeding grounds</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/344932/</link>
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			<title>Broken Legged Dancer</title>
			<description>Broken legged dancerSnapping bones as you moveMuch more beautiful than the othersEvery movement jagged not smoothWhy are you here?You should be enjoying life.But instead you're here.Pressuring yourself under the knifeIs that the sound of your soul breakingOr is it the crowd clappin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/344927/</link>
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			<title>Mortality</title>
			<description>She hums to unheard tunes in the snow. He understands she knows something he can&amp;#2013266066;t know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/344604/</link>
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			<title>Snap Shot</title>
			<description>SnapshotTake a photo while you've got herLove your daughter like you loved her fatherWhile she cries it is her you must holdToday is silence, tomorrow is boldStarted out so tiny, so innocent, so sweetYour wedding finger was the length of her feetAnd now she's a teen and complet..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/343465/</link>
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			<title>20 Ways to Survive A Lie</title>
			<description>20 Ways to Survive a Lie...Never give a damn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Too Bad Darling... I Think It's Done</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dilute my tongue with such output of wordsPeppermint sticks don't work anymoreVeins with blood pumping through; a whole life of it's ownA beating heart in you after all my dearIt ends with a laugh and lie then a zipped up fly</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/331994/</link>
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			<title>Life Loving W***e</title>
			<description>Life loving W***eWhat's all the crying for?Did he leave you all alone?No one calling on the phone?So did you simply snap?Or just miss your beauty nap?Boom bangYour heart once sangYou're the life loving w***eWho doesn't love life anymore</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/escapevelocity/331984/</link>
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			<title>The Cure To Loneliness</title>
			<description>read the whole thing before you judge it please and thanks :)</description>
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			<title>Stringy Puke</title>
			<description>step forwardsstep backalways readyto attacksink lowto the floorwe always knewyou were a w***eso swimthe other waybut i'll kill yousome dayjust looseyour mindit's amazingwhat you'll findnow strikeright backwe're always readyto attack</description>
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			<title>What's That?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;what's that sound?it's the house burning to the groundlying screams and cries all aroundit's a feeling not a soundlost pleas and words that wont be foundit's a life burning to the groundwhat's that awful taste?it's a poem that went to wasteit's the lies they never faced..</description>
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