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		<description>The original writings of author Kinze</description>
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			<description>Sick of the factsand sick of the truthSick of the piecesburied in youBut I'd tell youit's fine if I only knew howTell you that it canbe over now&amp;nbsp;I'm buried beneaththis filthy sandThe things I'veneeded I'm breathing inFill up my lungs tilI breathe no mor..</description>
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			<title>Paper Scraps</title>
			<description>knowing at any momentI could snap out of itdelving deeper out of spitethrowing me into the fray..knowing I'm not use to anyonenot this way, not this waycursing myself like an unfinished thoughtattempt to gather me wholefrom all the scraps of paperleaving me, leaving mecrumpled on the floor&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kinsb/1219645/</link>
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			<title>Chapters Two--Four</title>
			<description>Chapter Two: Heloves me... He loves me not&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;Finally standing infront of his door with her hand poised for knocking, she takes three breaths.With each breath she thinks only one thing.Inhale. I'm done.Inhale. Over.Inhale. Fin.Then the knock. Justone at fi..</description>
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			<title>Sally</title>
			<description>Sally took the signand ate it upForever takingeverything away from it allDrowning it in her,Paper plastic andglueMashed up togetherin a pile For the rest of theworld to find&amp;nbsp;&quot;Let them comelet them seeThese pieces fallingfrom me&quot;&amp;nbsp;Plast..</description>
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			<title>Ship-mate</title>
			<description>A poem meant for thinking/interpretation....</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1--The Big Q</title>
			<description>1st (slightly edited) chapter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kinsb/1136660/</link>
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			<title>Saline (Working title)</title>
			<description>A story of a woman's journey to &quot;recovery&quot; after her long term relationship turns bitter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kinsb/1136657/</link>
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			<title>Sweater Poorly Knit</title>
			<description>New piece I worked on in my slam poetry/ spoken word class at Seattle U.</description>
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