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		<description>The original writings of author emia</description>
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			<title>Lamentations</title>
			<description>in remembrance of my grandfather who can't remember who i am</description>
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			<title>foot steps on cricket</title>
			<description>today while waiting to see the doctor i saw a dead cricket on the floor. I was complete bored and wrote this in my phone.

lol i sound like a wierdo</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiaowleyes/1093152/</link>
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			<title>the headache</title>
			<description>The headacheNerves on end,&amp;nbsp;twisted like a snake into the distancebeyond the bend.Twelve brain twitches&amp;nbsp;and gooey vain popsbut the blood still sheds until the very. last.&amp;nbsp;DROP.The wrath of pain&amp;nbsp;like everybody can hear.Nightmares become realchildren overwhelmed with fear.Oh, how it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiaowleyes/1093141/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>untitledlack of sleep plays&amp;nbsp;with written wordsthat tear at the seamand flutter along black birds&amp;nbsp;the forbidden door locks,&amp;nbsp;life is the key,&amp;nbsp;I beg for it back,I&amp;rsquo;m down on my knees!Loud knocks resoundI shake in fear,I glance at a lightthen wince and stay clearalas a mourn in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiaowleyes/1093139/</link>
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			<title>just another poem</title>
			<description>last one i promiseblack eyeliner dropping down her hairon a Tuesday morning drenched with despairthe locks within her eyes had charisma that could last for years,but the color that lived inside, dissolved throughout her tears.Her lipstick stains foreveryet the mind forgets,the memories remainbut the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emiaowleyes/1093134/</link>
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			<title>oh mirror, dear mirror</title>
			<description>oh mirror, dear mirroroh mirror, dear mirror you MUST be mistaken.my reflection isn&amp;rsquo;t yours to hold,&amp;nbsp;but for me to weep!Thick eyebrows and protruding nosedon&amp;rsquo;t forget my manly handsthat can easily extract behind Xanax&amp;rsquo;s endless dose&amp;nbsp;I envy the stains which lay upon the ba..</description>
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			<title>telephone booths and marching parades</title>
			<description>Telephone booths and marching paradesI left you number on speed dial,don&amp;rsquo;t bother to call.I hang up to anyone&amp;nbsp;who dares to try at all.I shut myself out of conversationbesides my voicemail remarks that&amp;nbsp;&amp;rdquo;I&amp;rsquo;m, still on vacation.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However, its not that I don&amp;..</description>
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