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			<title>connect and break</title>
			<description>This was where you met me.  But never again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dancetildeath/289952/</link>
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			<title>the LEAST wins.</title>
			<description>a poem about my 10 year battle with my eating disorder.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dancetildeath/289945/</link>
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			<title>untitled #2</title>
			<description>also from my senior year of high school, published in the literary magazine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dancetildeath/281608/</link>
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			<title>Untitled #1</title>
			<description>From my senior year of high school, published in the literary magazine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dancetildeath/281607/</link>
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			<title>homemade tattoos</title>
			<description>beware: graphic description of the idea of cutting (did not actually cut)!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dancetildeath/281604/</link>
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			<title>ROBOT GIRL</title>
			<description>I wrote this to my eating disorder as an overview of our relationship.  I have had an eating disorder for ten years; over time it became my only &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.  I had shut myself out of all of my other relationships, leaving my eating disorder as my</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dancetildeath/281602/</link>
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			<title>dissent from reality</title>
			<description>I wrote this while encompassed in depression.  The feelings of desparation and longing to escape or for a different atmosphere or feeling was unreal.  As I wrote this poem, my mind vanished into fantasy, which was helpful, although it proposed another dil</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dancetildeath/281587/</link>
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