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			<title>The Sea Below Her</title>
			<description>It tears the earth and sun apartBut that's the way that I can winA victim of your evil sinNew Order-Shellshock.She was a madwoman. She cackled like a witch on acid. Her eyes looked cat like, yellow and narrow. Her body swayed to an undisclosed rhythm that only she could hear. It looked like a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/1001676/</link>
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			<title>Hypnosis</title>
			<description>Have you seen her eyes?They're as advertised.But they're not there to lookat you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/783022/</link>
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			<title>The Modern Anaesthetic</title>
			<description>A poem that has many years under it's belt. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/773861/</link>
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			<title>Cat's Eyes</title>
			<description>I take no responsibility for what post natal depression can do to a mother. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/667566/</link>
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			<title>Doctors Office- 3rd of July, 2010</title>
			<description>WARNING FOR LANGUAGE.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/604668/</link>
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			<title>Crisp Apple Orchards</title>
			<description>Running through the orchard.Rabbits running haywire.The country breeze scattering stones onthe country road.The long, winding country road.It's that kind of season.We've waited hours for the storm to come.The wind picks up.It won't set us down.We wait patiently for Summer.We can see what we plunder...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/582931/</link>
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			<title>Drink The Poison</title>
			<description>This has NOT Been edited. It needs grammar work that cannot be fixed right now</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/563737/</link>
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			<title>Carnivores</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/554214/</link>
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			<title>Copyright Microsoft</title>
			<description>Excuse all errors. simply a draft. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/547891/</link>
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			<title>Dead Lights at Midnight</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote about the darkness of cities, how they crumble and fall. I wonder what cities will become ghost towns? I wonder what ghost towns will become more than a bunch a dust?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/507248/</link>
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			<title>Uterine Fury</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  No baby sleeps on antihistamine.Wither ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/484655/</link>
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			<title>Fabulous Sutures</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    Bite your lips until they bleed.The m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/484653/</link>
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			<title>Evil Twin</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Destiny unfolded and I watched you slip a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/478020/</link>
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			<title>Mind Bender</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/475759/</link>
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			<title>Leaking Vessel 541</title>
			<description>I am so shocked and appalled by the way the Australian government is treating asylum seekers at the moment. They should not be processed at Christmas island and we certainly should not be transferring them to Indonesia. People have a United Nation enshrin</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/469624/</link>
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			<title>The Operting table</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/463947/</link>
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			<title>Labour Day 2009</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Labour day- 2009.I walk past the Cracke..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/461427/</link>
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			<title>Hands</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;              The dirt under my nails has tur..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/460762/</link>
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			<title>Normal is a lie</title>
			<description>Just a throw away piece of poetry I wrote the other day. Just thought I'd post it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/456169/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;           Cigarette ash and bright blue sk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/449894/</link>
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			<title>Small acts of kindness</title>
			<description>Short story about different opinions on helping people. It is very simplistic. I wanted it that way- not flowery and exuberant. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/447368/</link>
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			<title>Rental Accommodation.</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    By Danielle Searby.They turned off the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/446158/</link>
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			<title>Perfect Wife</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/446157/</link>
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			<title>A trifling fantasy [working title]</title>
			<description>This is a work in progress. It as not been edited or checked for grammar gremlins/spelling errors/etc. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/426342/</link>
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			<title>Little Wooden Box</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem about abusive relationships of all kinds whether it be emotional, physical or sexual. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/426333/</link>
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			<title>Powder and paint</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Delving into masked mortality.Life beco..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/425871/</link>
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			<title>Modern Litter</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Modern litterTV haze- such a healthy gl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/425869/</link>
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			<title>Blurred</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    Svelte little girls are running in circ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanielleSearby/425868/</link>
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