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			<title>Night Terrors</title>
			<description>Something close to the anxiety I get sometimes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/1185006/</link>
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			<title>And From the Hopeless Ashes, A Phoenix Will Rise</title>
			<description>Change, growth, enlightenment, and ascension are nothing to shake a stick at. It's a process that happens over time, and often times the going gets a bit scary. Rome wasn't built in a day you know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/1183534/</link>
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			<title>Truth Is It's All the Same</title>
			<description>Just because we are getting older don't mean we're getting it right.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/1183533/</link>
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			<title>True Knowledge</title>
			<description>a wise man once said that the only reason he was considered wide was because he acknowledged that fact that he knew nothing. Let us learn to be wise.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/1183532/</link>
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			<title>Sadness at the Chasm</title>
			<description>A poem about despair and the ever-present choice to revoke it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/1183530/</link>
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			<title>Recycled in the Refuse</title>
			<description>You'll see.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/482823/</link>
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			<title>Ginsburg</title>
			<description>An Ode</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/469215/</link>
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			<title>Marriage The Bomb</title>
			<description>hehehe I love this poem. Its mocking but I think I really feel this way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/469213/</link>
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			<title>Faded Down</title>
			<description>1/9/05</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/469207/</link>
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			<title>The birthing flame</title>
			<description>I try to soften the eyes,but they stay clear in my mind--Dark and cloudy, peircing eyes.They hate me.Every time I look,Every time I remember,They always say they hate me.Oh, they cut through me!Bring me to tears.But they are the fire I can't help but touch.I want to understand th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/469194/</link>
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			<title>The Wasteland</title>
			<description>a bad day</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/469181/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Every time my love betrays me;Every day my lack delays me;Another loney night awaits me,And the brilliant sunrire humiliates me.&amp;nbsp;Why do I share these foolish things?All my petty wishes and hopess dreams?I am love's puppet, and he my wings,Yet when I declare it he cuts my strings..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/469176/</link>
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			<description>They've fallen from me.They can no longer conceal this--I will not let them.They are afraid of my beauty,so they tell me&amp;nbsp;I am no beautiful.Oh but I am.So they've fallen from me--And look at them now.&amp;nbsp;It has shattered around me.It will no longer conform me,I will not a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/469169/</link>
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			<title>Without This</title>
			<description>A cheesy love poem, but dear to my heart</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/469165/</link>
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			<title>The Drag</title>
			<description>Promiscuity (this is not to say I still don't fall victim to it )</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/467339/</link>
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			<title>The Terrible Light</title>
			<description>Heart break</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/467338/</link>
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			<title>The Shore</title>
			<description>When life hands you another chance do something different.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/467337/</link>
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			<title>Circle's Law</title>
			<description>To lift you when you're low</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/467336/</link>
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			<description>It is morning.Damn.Damn the birdsThe song;the light!To bruise,to broodThis is my morning meal.That's my soulfood.&amp;nbsp;No friend I knowIs ever true.One way or anotherThey will deceive you.&amp;nbsp;I feel angry--primitive.&amp;nbsp;These teeth will bite flesh,This mouth w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/466839/</link>
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			<title>Elusive Muse</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Where did my muse go?She's hinding againso that all that I amAre words wrapped up in skin.She's not even tryingTo fight her way out--So now here I amFilled with questions and doubt.Since I've been disgardedI hang my head low--Anymore I'm unsureWhat I am, was, I know.S..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/466838/</link>
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			<title>The Last Time</title>
			<description>I have it here with me,though nothing went wrong.Gonna take a bath--This won't take long.If you're wondering, noI won't take my life,But tears caused by painare worse than blood from a knife.Today I don't know why I feel so blue;Why, though my heart is broken,A smile shines throu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/466837/</link>
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			<title>Behind the Velvet Curtain</title>
			<description>You'll see</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gr8naynay/466832/</link>
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