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			<title>Choices [working title]</title>
			<description>Two pm and I'm here againWasted on another afternoonSit and stare without a careSpins some way too soonThese days everything blends togetherAvoiding reality has gone on foreverShow me the trantric rainbow skyAll of the breath taking colors fluttering byGo on without me if you can handle what is real..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Earth2Esha/1196560/</link>
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			<title>Last Call</title>
			<description>This is the first rhyming poem that I've written in a LONG time. It's very simple but it explains what i'm going through these days</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Earth2Esha/1159510/</link>
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			<title>Back in the closet</title>
			<description>completely and utterly heartbroken</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Earth2Esha/1128530/</link>
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			<title>Love?</title>
			<description>Myfirst love makes me hate my last love.Hereminds me that true love doesn&amp;rsquo;t actually exist.We&amp;rsquo;reall just settling for temporary happiness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Earth2Esha/1122961/</link>
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			<title>Unfortunate Presence </title>
			<description>Take this,&amp;nbsp;they saidYou'll feel better,&amp;nbsp;they saidinstead, I feel nothingnothing but the blood rushing through and pouring out of my veinsnothing but the beating of my heart, slownothing but the quiver of my lips grow with intensityThe sun feels brighter these days but my mind stays in the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Earth2Esha/1121184/</link>
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			<title>Old Habits </title>
			<description>I wrote this poem three years ago. It was something I was proud of then. It's short and sweet. </description>
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