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			<title>Sympathy for a wine glass</title>
			<description>My heart breaks like the wine glass I just threw. &amp;nbsp;Shattering across the wall, &amp;nbsp;Red showering on&amp;nbsp;the white paint and running down to the floor.&amp;nbsp;My anger, my sadness, my whole heart breaking, despair like that broken vessel&amp;nbsp;A vessel&amp;nbsp;that usually brings jo..</description>
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			<title>Why?</title>
			<description>We met in collage, one kid who had never left home and one virgin who had never met anyone like you. You were sweet, kind and loving. You made me feel like I was the only girl in the room, like I was special. Why then, only four years later, do I feel as if you hate me? as if you despise me? As if y..</description>
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			<title>Poured out</title>
			<description>I'm sitting here, poured out.My heart, my soul, poured out.You sit, you stare, nothing.You sit, you glare, hatred.Why tell me there is hope, when there is none.Leading me on like there is a chance.This is your decision, make up you mind.Don't leave me here...my heart,My soul,My life,My everything, P..</description>
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			<title>Cookie Cutter Wife</title>
			<description>I am no one's f*****g cookie. You can't shove me in some mold. I'm not the perfect person, lover, soulmate or mother but I sure as hell will not fit in that cookie cutter. My imperfections make me the person that I am,The stretchmarks from my son and the broken heart from my man.You try to push me i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Scorpio6/557629/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Who is sheThis tramp that you love, this w***e that should know betterWho am Iyour subservient wife, keeping my mouth shut while dying inside Who are youThe man&amp;nbsp; that I love who now makes me questionmy life, my love is it really worth this..</description>
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			<title>Counting</title>
			<description>I used to count how many times a day you said 'I love you.'Both hands, all toes, barely enoughWhat happened? Where has it gone?My love has not changed but I have trouble telling you so.I wish I knew that was the same for you, but I don't.Where has our love gone?When wil..</description>
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			<title>I ache</title>
			<description>I ache for you.Sitting so close, yet so far away.My mind races, trying to find the words.I see you there and my heart aches for the days that were and hopefully will be.Back to happiness, laughter and love.I think about you and my body aches, longing for you arms to wrap around me.This..</description>
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