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			<title>The Norm.</title>
			<description>Andrew Loog Oldham I tell ya.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeitdovez/424371/</link>
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			<title>Introducing Enlightenment</title>
			<description>Never before have I seen anything rather peculiar before. If I were to go in depth it will only make matters worse. I'd like for you to feel a slight pinch of what I'm trying to say, or what I'm not trying to say. When things can pull gravity off our shoulders we become stuck on to this equilibrium ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeitdovez/333821/</link>
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			<title>Life Gang</title>
			<description>I collapse while taking a sip on the vodkaIt's illicit taste rather spoiling my eveningTrickling down my chin within its burning graspLeaves nothing but gang bangers deceivingCouple of us kids stroll out into the cityKicking cards and playing beat dicesTaking turns on Hollywood finding..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeitdovez/325051/</link>
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			<title>What Is This Clockwork?</title>
			<description>this isn't written of personal matter, just something that comes up in the everyday world, movies and the minds of kids, a short sum of it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeitdovez/317233/</link>
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			<title>Paper. Pills. Pain</title>
			<description>I never knew that the bullets would feel so vulgar and painful. Not alone with leaving prints of fluid around the place it hadn't occurred to me where I ended up at. With holes gated from closing in meantime I further my body towards the floor and slept. So bluntly and so quickly it had came and sai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeitdovez/312928/</link>
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			<title>Yellow Lars</title>
			<description>Replicate the innocence within our runic mindsDesecrate the defiance found through-out signsI've been&amp;nbsp;in guard to whom the hands clap uponUpon our backs or upon our chosen disguiseSpeakers for the mute, telephones for the deafWe've never seen so much to take for the restThe pain b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zeitdovez/308645/</link>
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