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			<title>Guilt</title>
			<description>oh Christ, i am suffocatingall my internal organs are numbi am bewildered by how blood continues to maneuver its way in my bodysadness&amp;nbsp;has swallowed meand i am fighting an already failed battle against sanity&amp;nbsp;the picture infront of me is of something that nolonger existsit is a constant re..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msliebee/1122724/</link>
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			<title>unclear</title>
			<description>i hate toasteven though i can roasti dont boast&amp;nbsp;i'm in a new eraall things clearerfeel like i'm getting nearer&amp;nbsp;so the other day i got a kissi was in a serious state of blissall that, i now miss&amp;nbsp;my emotions are always in a rushits safe to call it a crushwho knows, maybe even lust&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msliebee/1114485/</link>
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			<title>my love-P</title>
			<description>our first encounter was in the rarest and oddest of situationsthe timing could not have been any more appallingbut to a certain extent it was&amp;nbsp;as precise as can bei was enormously oblivious to his bona fide intentionsjust like the juvenile i was, i indulged in insubstantial conversationour journ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msliebee/1112577/</link>
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			<title>a monsters lust</title>
			<description>so here i amfrom all things i camelife is just but what we make iti have placed it in a bag to fit&amp;nbsp;complexities never strayed my pathi had to pick up from the aftermaththe sun never stopped shiningthe birds never stopped singing&amp;nbsp;bruises on my knees where signs of prayeri held on and promis..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msliebee/1112222/</link>
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			<title>view from afar</title>
			<description>the look of her eyes is merciless to the most sensative parts of your bodykudos to gravity for its existenceher seduction&amp;nbsp;makes no effort in making you&amp;nbsp;feel at ease infact, any move she makes is like a finger plump, up your clitand the more she strides endlessly in your presencethe harder ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msliebee/1110019/</link>
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			<title>matters of the mind</title>
			<description>stuck between a rock and a hard placeall focus gone,the wil leven less visible than beforei am trapped in my own despaira tall wall building fast midway through crazy and sanityhow can someone i have never met have such an effect on meeuphoria at this point is a bad indicationi am steadily drowing i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msliebee/1109992/</link>
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			<title>my life as i knew it</title>
			<description>a young girl recalls, in detail, the year her life fell apart</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msliebee/1109975/</link>
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