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			<title>She Said</title>
			<description>She said, &quot;You are a ticking time bomb.&quot;&quot;Your addiction, just waiting in the wings doing push ups in the balcony as we ONLY go to the movies for fun.&quot;She said, &quot;You claim to have risen from ashes, surrendered your soul to the Heights. But why can't we progress down here?&quot;She said, &quot;Gratitude isn't e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1281198/</link>
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			<title>Tinted Souls</title>
			<description>The heart on your sleeveless skin.Hidden by tinted windows not easily seen.Opaque.Exposed in the nightWhen nocturnal vultures crave the only visible beacon.&amp;nbsp;The bioluminescence of your smile.That guides them through&amp;nbsp;Painstaking flights and battles of their self loathingTheir infatuations w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1167731/</link>
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			<title>Declaration</title>
			<description>I declare War on StupidityOn the haters with limited, if, at all,&amp;nbsp;Brain Capacity and Ability.My pen. My weapon.My voice. &amp;nbsp;Ammunition.&amp;nbsp;Take heed.My Piece.&amp;nbsp;Full.&amp;nbsp;Declaration.To those that think their own skin is the base coat of a canvas called &quot;Their Land&quot;, I declare war.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1167020/</link>
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			<title>Heh.</title>
			<description>A bug makes you scream&amp;nbsp;But nah, you're strong.I'm rarely rightAnd you're never wrong.I boast and I bragShow my feathers and pound.But your chest-is-gettin'The only attention around.I'm brave. No fear.&quot;Yeah I got your back.Ah! What was that!?That gave me a heart attack!I strut, I got finesseShe ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1151304/</link>
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			<title>A Linear Equation</title>
			<description>Stifled.Caught in gooey clear plasticThat never stops being gooey.Pressing through like a Time Bandit. Press.Stretch these hindered lengths.Quiet.Emotionless scream to wake.&amp;nbsp;A raging dream.Estranged, wandering through crowded tall hallwaysOf marble grey miles reaching into the sky.Hear the crie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1150384/</link>
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			<title>Jack Speaks</title>
			<description>A married-in fixture.A staple.&amp;nbsp;Permanently slammed and sodderredInto our hearts,Deflecting ridiculous requests of many partsHis expressions ofMatter and relevance,&amp;nbsp;Knowledge of EntitlementsScholars, the 99%s.Warm smile adorned andTractor-beam strong.&amp;nbsp;He's a victim of prying and proddi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1145696/</link>
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			<title>Stocked On</title>
			<description>KneesEyesLocked on a metal fenceRip throughTongueSwollen with wantingArch enjoys desireDigging deep&amp;nbsp;Pulsing, bursting, madnessBright fireCherry coalsChurning, Pulling, Tugging, ClenchingRolling, Twisting. SleekBlack spikes above&amp;nbsp;Digging into flesh&amp;nbsp;Leave. Stay. Leave.Showered nails&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1145034/</link>
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			<title>Thursday</title>
			<description>We gladly pay for your wink for your loveFor your glove Like SatinSmooth as waxDollars attack you from the leftFrom the right they flyThere's no wonder why&amp;nbsp;I'm here at 2am as the doors closeAnd suddenly I'm a V.I.P. And magically&amp;nbsp;Become a high celebrity in my mind&amp;nbsp;With unlimited spark..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1143491/</link>
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			<title>Poison and Wine</title>
			<description>Poison and Wine&amp;nbsp;These dried up streams around my eyesA mapA drought-splintered journeyLike a tattooed web, trickling down my neckMy limbsGuiding beautiful, unassuming Tourists through Enchanted places&amp;nbsp;The Mask is callousWeathered AffixedPerma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pfremder/1143456/</link>
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