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			<title>At Your Service</title>
			<description>In the center I standWincing and squintingas they snort andspit&quot;I thank you, ma'amand I thank you, sir,&quot; I'll sayWaiting to see them turnbefore I wipe it all awayfor they say I must be anything,anything but rudeWe should express our feelings freelyAnalyze why we're in whichever moodThis is unless, o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./644360/</link>
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			<title>Down Came the Rain</title>
			<description>brisk mornings spentgrasping onto oversized mittensand this is the only time you let mehold your sweet independent handsand allow me to lead the wayonly to the culdesac andbackwaving at passerbys,neighbors,from this same expensive placenearly two and amazed at howbreezes make their way throughtreesa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./501314/</link>
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			<title>And if I Knew then...</title>
			<description>it's like looking at myselfthree years pastthat,and a trainwrecksimultaneouslyi bet you didn't think you'dbe cast to play my roleand perhaps i should pick youapart and list thereasons why i'm far superiorbut there isn't any use for thatanymorebecause you have becomemefrom beginning toendand i'm sure..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./500818/</link>
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			<title>As Luck Would Have It</title>
			<description>i threw the penny to thewishing welland on the rim it bouncedoutwell it figures-i'll apply somesymbolic meaningto make me pitymyselfeven more than beforebut i don't believe inbroken mirrorsand doomed eternitiesbacking laddersbut the looming&amp;nbsp; blackcloudis tangible to mereal enough i demand allto..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./494775/</link>
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			<title>Distant</title>
			<description>i will strive to bebetter than whatwas given to mebecause&quot;that never happened&quot;is not a line i'll useto explain mistakes i'verepeatedly madeand &quot;you need help&quot;with bruises from beltsisn't something i'll advocatebecause,perhaps,without it being beaten into my headi'd have been alrightbut i've relinqui..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./494737/</link>
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			<title>Baby Girl</title>
			<description>tip tip tip toearound and arounddo this monkey dancein order that she maylaughwell,i've never been muchof a danceri screamand whailat all the wrong peoplefor something to be donehands tied andmouth gaggedi am useless;i am without controlbut i am not the one with&quot;the problem&quot;sad as she is,we all area..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./494734/</link>
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			<title>Lessons Learned</title>
			<description>decade in review</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./493642/</link>
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			<title>Anew</title>
			<description>the trouble with memoriesis in the fadingcut in around the cornerstake the pumice to theroot and scrape,scrapeuntil it bleedsand blursthe dates and times becomeunknownand feelings of loveturn to hateand fall intoindifferencethe powder it producesin the cleanse-awaystill just as harmfulas beforebut c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./493614/</link>
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			<title>'loon</title>
			<description>i crave things in which i've neverseen;people holding tight to morals as childrenon balloon stringsand held tongues on both sides of thespectrumi've worked much too hard to root outthe twists in asssociatesand the hate i carry tucked inpocketsbut still yet surrounded by theevilpeoplebut i push upon ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./493601/</link>
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			<title>Selfless: Selfish</title>
			<description>once handed everything you thoughtyou ever wantedyou're bound to throw it backjust to see if it sticksbecause weas peoplelong topick up the piecesand watch as others pity usfor being so strong in battleswe ourselves pickedand we need to tell the worldof our accomplishments de..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./476525/</link>
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			<title>Un Reve</title>
			<description>i requested thisthesei even paid andtippedappropriatelyi believe ithanked youwhole-heartedlybut that wasthenand you know what thisisperhaps i wassinningon multiple,differentlevelsperhaps i, too,wasbowing down ata carved imagemy release,escapefrom all that the world hasdone onto mebut i suppose theym..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./435085/</link>
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			<title>What's Greater</title>
			<description>timevital as it isisno longer spent ondaydreaming butliving-living realitiesdream-like informat timesbut life -life like this iswell spent onappreciative ones who knowwhat they've gotand haven't a need to askfor more inreturnthe selfish leap ahead,bounds,and t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./422110/</link>
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			<title>Building Blocks</title>
			<description>friends vs family</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./396550/</link>
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			<title>Cupcake</title>
			<description>the kiss to former livesfeels rushedas it's thoughtto come backbecause the transitionfromthen til nowis slowedand flowseffortlesslyso much so thenaked eye can'tseeor perhaps it happensin a held blinkand the only things youtruly miss arethe things you thoughtyou wo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./396545/</link>
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			<title>A Day in the Life of the Teenage Bride</title>
			<description>well i sat down with my situationand asked it what i should doand he said &amp;quot;you're a no-classson of a b***h&amp;quot;and i said &amp;quot;but i'm female&amp;quot;and, well,&amp;quot;f**k you too&amp;quot;because when the thoughts set inbetween the first breath of the morningand the coffee spill on..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./365571/</link>
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			<title>Holy Smokes</title>
			<description>this littlebrown-eyedalter boystarted yellingsome fussand we all hold its truthin the pit of ourpocketbooksthe whole town's in ahold downand he loves me for worthi kiss his ego-he kisses my sadsbut money put away isbankrupt nowand a promise is a statuewith face to the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./365223/</link>
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			<title>I Now Pronounce</title>
			<description>i sit on my raincoatand whimper at the dropshitting slick plasticas if raincoatsweren't meant forrainand as if this is notwhy i'm in itto begin withmy pale hand holdsmy headits constantcompanionbecause my life isperfectbut the flawsare still saught afterand the mise..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./323366/</link>
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			<title>Mind of A Machine Gun</title>
			<description>this is theblistering soremyinfestation from withinwith a fever soaringand the blood runneth overchuckle between missing teethand say this is what'sbeen done to mefights were worth fightingwhen prizes weren'tabundantand pain was a signto stopinstead of one tokeep on g..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./311304/</link>
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			<title>Sparky</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and the e-mail inbox declared&amp;quot;SAVED&amp;quot;and so i thought i wasbut red numbers screaming &amp;quot;deficit!&amp;quot;fail to contrast well with my bluesbut i suppose i'm notand after all-dollar signs don't remain ineyes alonei was kissed by bill oncewhen the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./304537/</link>
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			<title>Hell</title>
			<description>the girl with the machine gunshe winked at meand i watched her body engulfwith flamesand the lack of screamswas blood curdlingbut my pulse was ateasethe charred fleshreached my lipsshe kissed mesensuallyas her woundsoozed with particle-dusti squeezed to seethe pussi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./283578/</link>
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			<title>Andrew</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;recovering!&amp;quot;bellows the alcoholicas he pushes awaywhat matters mostin exchange for thep***y drinkvirginand orders it on therockshe sits there as hisbest friends toastand sees himselffive years or soagobut he knowsa sloppy 30 year oldis lessless than attra..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./283537/</link>
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			<title>F: Section: 1A</title>
			<description>the thoughtdeafensinside outthrough ear drumsi wasn't able tocomprehendthe i love you'sbeing thrown at mei'd have dodgedif they weren'tso quickenedand gaining with speedand if i hadn'tdesiredto get smashedagaini apologize forall the liesi've spewedonto the b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./283341/</link>
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			<title>It's me again.</title>
			<description>powerpower in the back pocketof the society of manit's where i screamthrough this little mouthmy mother gave meand these slightlycrooked teethhave ceased to pleasemebut i waitand i wait patientlyfor the day to comewhere the desire toscreamis released ontobabiesand..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./283098/</link>
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			<title>Father Knows Best</title>
			<description>cheesy: full of cheese.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./281569/</link>
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			<title>The Goose Drank Wine</title>
			<description>haphazard style and manner</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./281533/</link>
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			<title>Yes, Master</title>
			<description>first-timer?last-timer!i say sofor showthis is how ishould bebecause he'll leavemeif i don'tand that's enoughisn't it justenough?but it doesn't meanmuchin retrospecti need todo sofor myselfobedience insubmissionbut am isubmissive?pardon me as irip the bl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./278881/</link>
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			<title>Why So Serious?</title>
			<description>well here's my expression ofthanksor lessnessbecause i'm angry for nogood reasonbut i feel you-you should knowbecause i'm screaminginto piles oflaundryand bleeding fromburnsfrom my domestic dutiesbecause my life blendsmeshesso wellbut i'm losing controli'm losing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./278876/</link>
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			<title>Story of a Boy</title>
			<description>inspiration: kimya dawson</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./277487/</link>
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			<title>Obliviously!</title>
			<description>don't you getweird onmeanddokiss me like youmean itbecause i'veseen it,i've seen itonce beforedon't you daresay you love meif it's nothonestlystatedbut i believe itthings leftdoubtedare the thingsunstatedso let's talkabout ityou know i loveyou allaut..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./277151/</link>
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			<title>Mindgasm</title>
			<description>meant to be read fast; used periods for breaks...may be a little hard to follow.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./277138/</link>
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			<title>Do Resuscitate</title>
			<description>meant to be read fast.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./275791/</link>
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			<title>March On</title>
			<description>cb. may change...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./275507/</link>
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			<title>The N Word</title>
			<description>i act, act, actafore the clapping spectatorseven when not presentbravo, blue eyes,well done.blow to the mic.and figure-eight the wiresplatforms are forfoolsI'd rather crowd surfinto the plams ofthe in-lawsto be?TO BE.Because he saw somethinggoodin meBreathless now..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./271485/</link>
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			<title>The Lullaby of Goodbyes</title>
			<description>love was never sensiblenever,but now.previously belonging to menwithheavy hands andshallow heartsworthless impression ofone's selfand so i wasmouse:(n)[hand controlled device]DOas the sayer sayseven i,the sadist,conform to the shadows ofback pockets ofmiddle cla..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./266525/</link>
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			<title>Tolerance</title>
			<description>he kisses mebecause i lethimbut never enoughand so i stophimtrying to control emotionsby putting the brain torestand therestof the bodyto workbecause hands can grabhairand mouths can bitenecksbut air-air to my lungs breatheslifeto butterfliesand this is not..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./266523/</link>
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			<title>Happy Sunshine Flowers</title>
			<description>cpb</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./247224/</link>
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			<title>Vanity</title>
			<description>i'm on borrowed timeandborrowed bloodso i'll make this shortit's up to youtodouse it in sweeti'm a little high onmyselfbecause i have tobei demend attentionduring myremembrancesfor which i want you,silently,a part ofdon't you ever wishyou were me?no-not even s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./246615/</link>
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			<title>The Two</title>
			<description>diners with thecoffeethat goes down thickand the big eyesof last night'sdemisethis one lastsforevercigarette burns toashin secondsseeminglynothing issaidever saidherebut here we meetto discuss throughour thin handsand chapped skinthe nothingnesslife has give..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./244963/</link>
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			<title>The One No One Knows</title>
			<description>he says they're not waiting,forming,linesbut for all the traumatizedhe's our &amp;quot;mine&amp;quot;owned, thoughtwo yearsthey gobut the boy sheboresand i'm unlike the 'anyone' he's ever knownand the jealousyit spreadsfrom scalpto solesas a mutual whisperfloatssaying n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./244758/</link>
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			<title>Miry</title>
			<description>CONFINEDslip, sink, and sighbeneath breezedrips drainthe sweat withheavy breathruns drysolution upon palmsfalls to lipsbody laymotionlessthoughts provoke current&amp;quot;Be still;and think not&amp;quot;she smilessoul not so feebleand skin ablerefuting inevitablereevaulat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./244109/</link>
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			<title>Running</title>
			<description>ending may change</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./244100/</link>
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			<title>Force</title>
			<description>that moment youattain everythingyou've ever wantedis the saddest timeyou'll ever seebecause everythingwill fall justshort of perfectionfrom then onwhen you love morethan ever thoughtpossibleyour heart will breakbecause you were blessedenough to feel it oncebut not twice..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./242848/</link>
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			<title>Her Heart</title>
			<description>i was not taught to lovebut i became accustomed to its waysrather quicklyand attached my heart tostrings and leversin which the control i divided upamongst my belovedregrettedly, at times,i took the reignsand fought for truthand feelingand in doing sothis life of sadnesshas..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./236622/</link>
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			<title>Clay</title>
			<description>i realizei wasmistakenvastlyby all thisworld hadoffered mewith itstransparentwire stringsattachedi wasblindsidedby thetangible thingsand tradedin faithfor aneven exchangebut i turnedtricksupon noticeof theinequalitysorry,sorrystupidityis meit i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./234472/</link>
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			<title>Funeral of an (un)Loved One</title>
			<description>steps to removerefuseand remainfutileall the whilei get on'cause i've gotnothing betterto doand the mightyarmy of fewget me throughthe daybydayas i facethe impossibilityof disectionof memory bitscausing spontaneousb***h fitsand tears tocollapsesee also: ..</description>
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			<title>Just a Mouth</title>
			<description>backhe's backmaybelesspermanentlyand timeis oftheessenceessentiallyhe's homeand holdsmeas beforei'm slightly lesssureof howi'll respondbut he holdsmy faceand wekisswith eyes widelust isstronger andmoremore determinedthan its brothercarry on;w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./230461/</link>
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			<title>the rebellious one</title>
			<description>you taught meto speakand found itcutewhen all i'd sayis pleaseand thankyoui apologizei dofor transformingthem intofourswith this mouththat screamsprofanitiesyou prayed thisisn't what i'dbe-unhappyand i apologizei dofor putting cancer sticksbetween my l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./229714/</link>
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			<title>Best of Luck (to the both)</title>
			<description>about an ex moving on</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./227596/</link>
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			<title>Death of a Dancer</title>
			<description>this heart beats faster(loveless)usuallyunable to feelitnow-now it desires toremind meof its presenceand 'suade meto accept itpursue thecoursethe brain's forsakenneed notneglect itpoundingor shakingescapingfrom these twelve ribsthat tryandcontain itsan..</description>
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			<title>Stag</title>
			<description>sitting,stunnedbecause the oneIdidn't lovemoves ontothe plan Bc, and/orDHepickshis backupand suddenly IbecomeB(Z)and she-the best friend-doesn't needmemuch anymorefeeling slightlyusedas i usedto doto otherssad.for the first timenot de-press..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gastroc./227239/</link>
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