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		<description>The original writings of author Zeik</description>
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			<title>Where were you?</title>
			<description>I have a habit of feeling alone, and this is a product of that.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zeik/1088363/</link>
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			<title>Trust</title>
			<description>A poem that I wrote for my friend Sarah. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zeik/1087623/</link>
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			<title>This Feeling</title>
			<description>The feeling in the airIs not hate nor fearYou can see in our stareIt is love we share.This is something newThat we are not use to.&amp;nbsp;When I am with youThere is no better view.</description>
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			<title>Sleepless</title>
			<description>On this sleepless nightI lay here in thought,Much like a bird unable of flight,Seeking what can never be sought.I look for an answerOf why this is happening.Seeking to rid of this cancer,This is my day of reckoning.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zeik/1083878/</link>
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			<title>Fading</title>
			<description>As I fade into a placeThat will never be the same.I begin to lose my face,Will I be able to keep my name?I am stopping the change,&amp;nbsp;Picking up my pace.&amp;nbsp;Closing in the range,I will win this race.I am oneAnd I am alone.Again I run,From a life I do not own.I see the endFar from the start.Wound..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zeik/1083876/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>Alone. Empty. Soulless.Just some words for me.Suffering. Sorrow. Lifeless.Will I one day be free?When there is nothing left,My body carries on.This is almost theftWith how much I have withdrawn.</description>
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