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		<description>The original writings of author Gustan Joseph</description>
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			<description>I never wanted to be-I wanted to be one of the cool kids.But I'm just a jagged line, a porcupine with no accomplishments.I'm not the kinda guy you'd want to pick a fight with,fall in love or spend the night with.I'm just a ghost.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/1265197/</link>
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			<description>I stay up late every night &amp;lsquo;Cause my heart and my brains,&amp;nbsp; they like to fight.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp; noise it all makes hurts, and keeps me all awake.I hold my breath when I think of you,Making a half a dozen wishes you wish wouldn&amp;rsquo;t come true. &amp;nbsp;But I understand, and hope you find&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/1137031/</link>
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			<description>I locked myself out of the room again,Echoes for help full the stairwell.&amp;nbsp; And as the day light turns quickly to night I watch this town become a jail cell. It&amp;rsquo;s always scary when the lights go out,Broken tree branches stretch the windows.Close my eyes pretend I&amp;rsquo;m laying in bedI clo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/1101795/</link>
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			<title>Lets Not Talk About (High School) Anymore</title>
			<description>Eating cold soup with a plastic fork.Still can't admit that I know I'm such a dork.Cafeteria food tastes all the same.I own a locker I never use.Pretty girls are nothing but bed news,And they never ever remember my name.Who needs a car when it&amp;rsquo;s just a 2 mile bike to school.Besides all the kid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/814530/</link>
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			<title>There's No Place</title>
			<description>All I want is to not be here.Just close my eyes,tap my heels and disappear.&amp;nbsp;All I want is to just pretendnone of my friends are cowards, made of straw, or confined to heartless tin.&amp;nbsp;All I really want is to melt upon the floor,because there&amp;rsquo;s no place to call..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/728315/</link>
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			<title>(King) of Nothing</title>
			<description>I used the think I knew what I wanted.I used to think I could trust my friends. I used to worry about doing the right thing,just to make everyone else happy in the end.I&amp;nbsp; gave you all my respect; I wanted you to respect me.Now the voided has been left open for everyone to see. I used to smile w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/727947/</link>
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			<title>How to Play (The Teenage Game)</title>
			<description>They want to watch you and everything that you do.Eyes pressed against your window, &amp;nbsp;stock to the glass like glue.The lack of consideration will push you over the edge.Being clueless only makes it harder for you to sleep in your bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I really don&amp;rsquo;t care who&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/707266/</link>
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			<title>And I Won't Keep in Touch</title>
			<description>Tell me something I don&amp;rsquo;t already know.Well I guess then it&amp;rsquo;s time for me to go.The pass is glued behind me,with stacks of love letters and friends I could never affordto own.&amp;nbsp;When I think of the distance it makes me sick.All the lines I drew in the sand ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/703638/</link>
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			<title>The Lycanthrope Moon</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m trying to move forwardbut I can&amp;rsquo;t see without you.The night is a blindfold,Without the influence youhold.It&amp;rsquo;s silent dark and cold.&amp;nbsp;The darkness eats a way at mylegs and feet.Before the sun could rise,I won&amp;rsquo;t survive.Full moon ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/683711/</link>
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			<title>Sexual Frustration</title>
			<description>No one seems to care about the conditions of the covers in which I lay.When there&amp;rsquo;s nothing left to talk about I won&amp;rsquo;t talkBecause it&amp;rsquo;s not like you care anyway.I&amp;rsquo;m giving up and sitting downBut the frustration saddles in comfortably and wants to stay.Their pretty faces frenc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/652616/</link>
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			<title>Stop Wondering </title>
			<description>I wonder if you are waiting forMe to come walking through a door,Though we&amp;rsquo;ll never met beforeYou&amp;rsquo;ll look at me and you may not be sure.You&amp;rsquo;ll become the loneliest part of me&amp;rsquo;Cause with all my&amp;nbsp; effort you might not seeJust how prefect our two lonelys could be. If you wal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/647626/</link>
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			<title>Ugly Swan</title>
			<description>I own lips that mutter clever notes that I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have even bother to have spoke.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/581927/</link>
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			<title>Peace (Always a Billion Miles From Where You Are)</title>
			<description>This world will turn your life upside down</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/554877/</link>
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			<title>Human</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote with the idea of if aliens came to earth long after we were all dead to see a bunch of bodies in boxes in the ground. What would that say or think?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/504476/</link>
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			<title>The Memory Eraser</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m trying to unwrap my mind from around you.Can&amp;rsquo;t seem to catch a brake,well I&amp;rsquo;ve got nothing else to lose.You put me down than you push me down,where I&amp;rsquo;ll fall slowly and won&amp;rsquo;t make a sound. I&amp;rsquo;ve slipped into a wormhole.I&amp;rsquo;d sew my eyes shout just so I woul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/502109/</link>
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			<title>Mrs.Singer</title>
			<description>While she sings to the echo of her fulfilled voice,words of the upmost satisfied come raging from her lungs.Eager and anxious, she turns to find me staring at her.I close my worn down eyes and whisper bitterly&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip; &amp;ldquo;Well don&amp;rsquo;t mind me honey&amp;rdquo;I&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/502107/</link>
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			<title>Children Staring at The Walls</title>
			<description>I come in quietly and take my sit.I have so many questions but I can&amp;rsquo;t speck.From my mouth come sounds that you can&amp;rsquo;t understand.Everyone&amp;rsquo;s just walking by and staring at me.Pointing fingers as they pass; smile and stare at me.All the soothing words, while whispers a voice that put..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/502103/</link>
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			<title>Zen From The Withered Tree</title>
			<description>Arms stuck in the sky,forever reaching for the sunlight.Legs buried beneath the ground,the world pulls me in gently not too tight.Break, burn, carve into meI won&amp;rsquo;t say a word.Rain, snow, stealing from mewhile I&amp;rsquo;m still home to all the birds.Cool air ripple through the windspending me int..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Big~Phony/502101/</link>
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