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			<title>Dave's Cup</title>
			<description>A story about a friend and his cup.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1476206/</link>
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			<title>A Box of Used Candles</title>
			<description>Some days I look back on pictures of old flamesI think about how we held the heat so close to usHow the wax melted and dripped down the sidesHow some days we burnt hotter than the sunWe danced in the darkest of nightsWe we're the light the added color to everything in the roomWe flickered and begged..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1365391/</link>
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			<title>My Glass is Melting Ice</title>
			<description>The past is the pastAnd we fear it so badBut the present is more horrifyingBecause we worry that it willEnd up being the same as our pastMy glass is melting iceWhich means I need a full cup</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1363735/</link>
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			<title>If You Have Nothing Nice To Say</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1210458/</link>
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			<title>I Ain't Ever Been Homeless (Poem 2)</title>
			<description>Poem 2 of a series of poems with the same title.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1208749/</link>
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			<title>I Ain't Ever Been Homeless (Poem 1)</title>
			<description>Poem 1 of a series of poems with the same title.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1208748/</link>
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			<title>We Don't Even Realize We're Living</title>
			<description>We don't even realize we're livingWe're too busy hatingToo busy worryingand fightingWe're too concerned with looksand moneyOverworked and tiredNever even stopping to realizeWe're aliveMy skin can touch your skinMy lips can touch your lipsThe birds, They singThey know that they're livingThe flowers, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1208728/</link>
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			<title>The Alcoholic's Poem</title>
			<description>I had a good dayI had a bad dayI'm having some friends overWe're going to a partyWe're going to a showI'm happyI'm sadI'm lonelyI'm bored I've succeededI've failedI have the day off tomorrowIt's the weekendIt's Friday It's Saturday It's SundayI'm in loveShe doesn't ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1208270/</link>
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			<title>Leftovers</title>
			<description>I'm your leftoversStored in the old TupperwareShoved in the back of the fridgeTo grow oldTo grow moldTo sit until the day you decideTo take me off the shelfAnd trash the rotting pileOf something you thought was worth saving</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1208209/</link>
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			<title>Inspiration</title>
			<description>Inspiration doesn't come to those who try to find itDoesn't come to those of richesBut to those who are too brokeDoesn't come to those of loveBut those who've lost loveDoesn't come to successesBut of failuresSilent nights when the content are sleepingAnd those still up worry that sleep might be lost..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1208207/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>Life is nothing	Life is stress	And life is anxiety	I wanna puke	I wanna cry	I wanna dig a hole and hide	Life is nothing	A nothing so empty	It's all you worry	It's all you dream	It's all you drink away with various liquors and things	Life is nothing	Life is s**t	Life is a jo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThomasWEnglish/1208200/</link>
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