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			<title>Foreigners</title>
			<description>There is no American DreamBut maybe if we bang our headsAgainst this ceiling long enoughWe can scrounge up a living in the dent we madeWhile the crumbling paint and plaster&amp;nbsp;Powder our face white</description>
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			<title>Economics</title>
			<description>Something short and humorous.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PermanentInk/1540031/</link>
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			<title>Icarus</title>
			<description>My fatherCollects the dried waxOn the tables of romantic dinnersWe are too high upAnd melts the passed timeInto a candle of his ownOur ownWe are too high upAnd when we give fire, we borrow lightMisplaced aromas call us strangerBut with eyes shut we areWelcomedUntil the sun risesW..</description>
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			<title>Return Signed to Homeroom</title>
			<description>He always wears jeans and long sleevesThe days after grades come outEven when the sun's so angryThe asphalt molds beneath your feetAnd only few will venture&amp;nbsp;askHe'll say he doesn't feel&amp;nbsp;So baked, though that shade of flesh ain't normalBut&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;his parents care.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PermanentInk/1212376/</link>
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			<title>$1.14</title>
			<description>Based on a real homeless man that I saw one day..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PermanentInk/1187584/</link>
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			<title>The Suicide</title>
			<description>There was no calmbefore it happened.That's the sign theytell you to look out for in school, a sudden calm thatfollows the sadness.Like the jolt of asailboat, following a gust of wind.No,if calm followedsadness,like politics afterschool shootings,..</description>
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