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			<title>Closed Minded</title>
			<description>Think about the things you doYou condemn me? because I'm not like you?I'm the way I want to be.What gives you the right to condemn me?&amp;nbsp;An open mind is what I've got.I&amp;nbsp;see that yours is shut...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbchris/456424/</link>
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			<title>It's hard to say goodbye...</title>
			<description>My hips against yoursLips on lips, drinking our lustSweet panacea</description>
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			<title>In the Midst of Delusions</title>
			<description>An extremely confusing time in my life (that doesn't really narrow it down...)  I had returned to graduate with my senior class after missing my sophomore and junior years of high school.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sbchris/455763/</link>
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			<title>A reason</title>
			<description>I'm dreaming of you.I can almost feel your presence.The warmth of your breath on my shoulderI need.Incapable of realizing reality I yearn for your touch.Consequences don't exist in my little dream, in realitythey do...That is why we remain best friends.</description>
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			<title>Goodnight</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote for the most precious person in my life. The idea was lifted from a message I had sent her as a response to a realization that Buttercup was slowly sinking into my heart again.  And that I may lose her, again...</description>
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