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		<description>The original writings of author Xander Sinpatrick</description>
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			<title>It must be raining</title>
			<description>Pain reflects lifewhile being alone feels less exquisiteLust only begins to allow mental instabilityWhich in turn is the reasonwe reach out for empty handshakes...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/343439/</link>
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			<title>Self Exposure</title>
			<description>To lookTo noticeTo reactTo ChangeIf ExistenceIf failureIf painIs to blameThen to realizeThen to dispose ofThen to cast away the shameIs to hope forIs to except thatIs to wantto be born again</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/311435/</link>
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			<title>Life in a box</title>
			<description>All that we knowis never the puzzle in the form of completeAll that is granted and taken for certainis mostly hopes and dreams not yet familiar to our understandingIn this box we share only lies we have hiddenin this box we confuse whats real for expired beliefsin this box we share smi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/261072/</link>
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			<title>A monster named Pain</title>
			<description>Pages turn while chapters endIn this life I've bled for change.Living in a shell of angst and unwanted challengesI have ushered my love to the brink of cowardice.Truly unfamiliar with the corporate world;Level headed and crushed by a mere twenty toxic showers.Glowing a halo over the he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/231982/</link>
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			<title>Untitled inspiration</title>
			<description>I am dreaming of the daywhen love conquers fearand the pain washes awaywith the dawn of our fortunate splendor</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/227646/</link>
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			<title>Take out the trash</title>
			<description>Over and over in my mind I search.Unsure of the tenacious approach andThe series of beings selling lies through propaganda.I am left in this pit of clever deception with lovers goingSystematically into an abyss of over zealous new loversWho envy my eloquent ability to deceive them.On a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/218021/</link>
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			<title>Some say love is unending and I agree</title>
			<description>This is what I wrote and said to my wife on our wedding day
We are now divorced but I can never forget my vows</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/216748/</link>
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			<title>Dawn is the most beautiful time of day</title>
			<description>Up early againthinking were I went wrong this timeIts non-stop questions that I reflect in my headbut still cant grasp any answers...It seems so quiet in the morningno people yellingonly dogs and birds pestering a certain persons pillow...A day when I expected somethinga simple a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/213019/</link>
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			<title>In a season of dreams</title>
			<description>I had a dreamI was not afraidI had a dreamI was allowed to forgive those who hurtI had a dreamThat you were thereLoving me like you had once beforeI had a dreamThat everything was okI had a dreamThat it was all meant to beThen I woke with a message in my headI woke with a f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/213009/</link>
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			<title>The truth is left in a field to the right</title>
			<description>no solitudeno wicked crime or equal reasonhollowed ground is always left in one of four seasonsconfidence has left us feeling like leechesLovers' leave as quickas time allows leaders to write their speechesit never rainsyet it always poursbut when you think of purpose its best to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sinpatrick/210652/</link>
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			<title>Some wars can never be won</title>
			<description>Opened eyesearly morningsout of guilty sicknessregrets are spawnlying to the pointof believing your own storiestortured by a lifestlyeone has brought home by their own demons craveclosed circuitis the anger distilled inside of sinwalls seem to falter but still no fear from th..</description>
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