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			<title>Fog</title>
			<description>Times like these.Trying to put my mind at ease.My daughters laughter.The gentle buzzing of bees.The warm wind on a humid Alabama Monday. The swarm of lies cloud my judgement,As I hide behind a forced smile.It's only for a little while. How long must I run?How long must I hide?..</description>
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			<title>Night daydream</title>
			<description>It's in the darkness of night when my dreams come alive. They keep me awake, igniting a passion,burning my soul and consumes my mind. This time of thought, this night daydreaming, that keeps my mind from sleeping. These thoughts of you so vivid, so true. Revealing our destiny, the maybe, the..</description>
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			<title>Living to die.</title>
			<description>I push and I shoveI've had enough!This isn't lifeWorking til the day you die.The bump, the grind, shoving people down to make yourself appear high.Life is outside.Beyond these four walls.How long until you escape the halls between the cubicle stalls.Take a good look at yourself, go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zachary_Willis/1211412/</link>
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			<title>Sleepless night</title>
			<description>On this night my sleep eludes me,Can I find the words to soothe my brain.Can I stop it from pounding like a freight train,Down the tracks with the clickety clack.It's running, it's racingFor some reason I'm mentally pacing.Is it thoughts of you again.My lover, my almost, my always a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zachary_Willis/1211386/</link>
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			<title>Games</title>
			<description>A poem of sorts, a story so short.</description>
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			<title>The Passion in Almost</title>
			<description>While thinking about the love of my life the words began to flow.</description>
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