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		<description>The original writings of author Dimpe</description>
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			<title>Lucie And The boy.</title>
			<description>She's coping and graspingswimming from the shallow end&amp;nbsp;While I'm followingthe well laid plans&amp;nbsp;She's becomingwhat she thinks she's meant for&amp;nbsp;As I'm bleaching my eyesblinding me from the inevitablewhere I'm goingwhere I'm being led&amp;nbsp;She's killing her soul..</description>
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			<title>Words on Play</title>
			<description>on itnever in it*not never, not yethas having had me in it's griphaving lost the ability to loseor just walk awayor find a way to be awaywhen sober ussober upto the factthat sobrietycan still make us laughthough now I want to cryfrom thorofare to the millsuntil I'm far aw..</description>
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			<title>Giant's Soliloquy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Look at all the little peopleit humors me as they run for fearI mean them no harm, or any ill willhell, I used to be one of thembut do they know that?&amp;nbsp;So I find a hill to rest my aching feetthe soles of my shoes are wearing thinbut cobblers don't often make shoes in my s..</description>
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			<title>Jersey Water</title>
			<description>it must be goodas the wave comes insinking one foot furtherin the sandso I trust the footon solid ground&amp;nbsp;the water is coldand hurts at firstbut you will get used to itand soon enoughyou can't walk without ityou become numb to the painand the freezing coldand deeper a..</description>
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			<title>Fading/Rising</title>
			<description>Acronymity and the north american fat-backed billygoat</description>
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			<title>Me on the rocks instead of the stand</title>
			<description>perspiration falls from my chinto your chest&amp;quot;don't worry&amp;quot;and you make me laugh&amp;nbsp;the baggagebelittling and judgingjudging, judgingdemeaning speechit must be my faultso you throw out that casein the back of my closetthat I bled intofor seventeen months&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbro553/280543/</link>
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			<title>Going down...</title>
			<description>...so here's my black box.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbro553/280215/</link>
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			<title>North Star</title>
			<description>I have no description.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cbro553/278986/</link>
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			<title>Morning Story</title>
			<description>A short story... my first submission.</description>
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