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		<description>The original writings of author The Daisy</description>
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			<title>the impossibility of being human</title>
			<description>breathes and killssaves and stealsbelieves and forsakesappreciates and slanderscares and annihilatesdreams and squandersbuilds and destroyscelebrates and mournslives and...just the impossiblities of being humanthe impossibilities of being humanimpossibilities of being humanof being humanbeing human&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1298726/</link>
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			<title>My Reverie</title>
			<description>The exhaustion that comes with livinga life that's ever challengingis cliched but nevertheless, worth living.How else should we not cease to breathewhen darkness creeps undauntedly?In my case, I believe.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1295366/</link>
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			<title>From Where I Sit </title>
			<description>...absurdity...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1189752/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>The girl that was is is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1184614/</link>
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			<title>SOLITUDE</title>
			<description>Nowhere is where I sit...None but the universe is lost...But the inevitable always persists,For what cannot tear us, transforms us.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1184561/</link>
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			<title>Further, could we?</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote 4 years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1183873/</link>
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			<title>An Adult (Like Me)</title>
			<description>Think like an adult, act like a child.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1183565/</link>
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			<title>COEXISTENCE</title>
			<description>Living with the other</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1183377/</link>
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			<title>An Epiphany</title>
			<description>Mostly, It just hits us from nowhere. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daisy_Conundrums/1183081/</link>
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			<title>Like a Bamboo, I Have Got to be Resilient</title>
			<description>The tittle pretty much says it.</description>
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