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			<title>Costly</title>
			<description>An extremely short poem. I'll probably add to it later but I wrote it while in a treatment center when asked to write a poem about something or other and not being able to find the words was painful.</description>
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			<title>very rough draft beginnings of a story</title>
			<description>I slipped under the invisible firstlayer of the skin of existence the year my mother died. I was only agirl &amp;nbsp;- I was nine years old, and my mother's death was thefirst of a string of unnameable events that left me voiceless,stunned into troubled silence that threatened to engulf me...</description>
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