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			<title>The politics of pot smoke</title>
			<description>I knew our love was destined to fail the day you said You&amp;rsquo;d rather not smoke at all than to smoke resin.Before the, &amp;ldquo;I told her not to come here.&amp;rdquo;I remember the embarrassment in your eyes When I collected all your rich friends resin to take home to smoke.&amp;ldquo;He..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlnamedsam/1100486/</link>
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			<title>Richmond&amp;rsquo;s official Blameless Lesbian Collation meets weekly at&amp;nbsp;Starbucks</title>
			<description>I hear your girlfriend likes to spend her free time at the Starbucks where you work.Where we all know, your rich a*s finally found employment.All my haters come together for delicious mixed ice lattesyou made with your hands.Their teeth clench straws while they rub lesbian elbows in friend..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlnamedsam/1100464/</link>
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			<title>Explaining Stagnation </title>
			<description>I feel like wasted material F*****g up the pattern.A stationary tidal wave, Handed to you with love.A punching bag with no punctuality.A trained mahican, holding my mothers pose.No more poems blaming your parents for your broken moods.Your counted 6 months without employment is because of ..</description>
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			<title>Thanksgiving</title>
			<description>All my mothers cooking potsCrowded chaotically in cubbordsmixed up metal matterMad organized outshiners in the dark.My mothers indecisive wet toesThoughtful dancers on the white tub wallCareful burgundy nails tap against my question:Cant they borrow just one pot?My grandmother&amp;rs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlnamedsam/1100459/</link>
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			<title>Menthol Mild 72's</title>
			<description>Written for a stranger, master of f****r-upers, an almost mistake for me. He ended up getting HIV.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlnamedsam/624613/</link>
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			<title>Apple Cores</title>
			<description>I will scrape my&amp;nbsp;stiletto&amp;nbsp;heels across the hot skin of your heart.I will tear you apart with my words,	My curves with eat away at your nervous system&amp;nbsp;	with a hypnotic&amp;nbsp;rhythm&amp;nbsp;I will move youThe fact that these teeth are coming in,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlnamedsam/623660/</link>
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			<title>Wasted</title>
			<description>I want to remove monotony from my lips and Fingertips scratching at soggy conversations, Cotton mouthed arrangements of words less qualified for speech.I want to coast back into a reality that doesn&amp;rsquo;t have to be poisoned by college moralitylike the last two years didn&amp;rsquo;t hap..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlnamedsam/623658/</link>
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			<title>I never finished reading</title>
			<description>Not finished, of course. Things I'd like to say to the people who fade away.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/girlnamedsam/623656/</link>
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			<title>Wilmington, Circa 1958</title>
			<description>This is written by a narrator twenty years after the incident. Abe must take care of his younger brother after his mother battles severe depression due to closeted transsexual urges.  </description>
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