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		<description>The original writings of author deep sea connor</description>
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			<title>u</title>
			<description>today was a good day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/549704/</link>
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			<title>you</title>
			<description>there were planshere they wentout the windowon to the streetyou cry when they goI smile at the sightthere's something to be seenwhen tears roll down your eyesI can't tell you that I get a kickI can only sayyou are cute</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/541118/</link>
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			<title>make believe</title>
			<description>make believethat you're theremake believe that you caremake believeI spit on your facemake believeyou're in my placemake believeyou'll ever changemake believe I've felt no painmake believeas I stare out the windowmake believe</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/541114/</link>
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			<title>Yelling at Myself</title>
			<description>I knew I was bound to make a mistakeFrom the moment I woke upSun spraying in through the windowTemptation running through my veinsI keep trying to calm myselfThings will be okay As long as I can put them behind meBut I'm afraid of what stands in my wayYelling at myself for crackingThe weight was too..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/529875/</link>
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			<title>When I'm By Myself</title>
			<description>When I'm by myselfI'm connected to it allThe breeze is peacefulBut it won't carry your callI can't seem to bareThe weight of my &quot;society&quot;One day at a timeAnd living with forced sobrietyWhen I'm by myselfThe high is much betterIt's got nothing to do with sharingI'm just afraid of being togetherI can'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/526055/</link>
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			<title>Untitled About Someone</title>
			<description>Where do you turnWhen there's no way outThe walls are closing inAnd the lights are outJust like your hopeThere's nothing to believe inYou can only see your faultsWhich seem to have no endHow did you get thereWhere you can no longer goIt's a place with no doorsAnd bars cover the windowYou see that ol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/525861/</link>
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			<title>The Place I'm Living In</title>
			<description>We carry our wounds with usWhere ever we goAs we walk off into the lightInto the land that no soul knowsWe get to our destinationThat destiny had no part inOnly intoxicated ascension We arrive with our scarsAnd necks full of pain From looking at the sky full of starsSparkling like diamonds from the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/524779/</link>
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			<title>march 19 2010</title>
			<description>Make your mouth a bullhornThrough which you shout cuss wordsYou don't care who's offended'Cause it's real, it's not like you pretendedNever try to be what you are notSpinning a web of lies until you are caughtBut don't get stuck until you rotBecause you tried to be something you are notGo to a place..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/524754/</link>
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			<title>March 18 2010</title>
			<description>IOP</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/524360/</link>
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			<title>Charles </title>
			<description>Tonight I met a manHe goes by CharlesAlthough he was once calledShortyWhether in statureOr in temperHe was shortShorty was hard-headedHe killed a catHe killed a manShorty had a strokeShorty still smokesSo he had another strokeHe stumbles into meNow I know what miracles meanAnd what's in store for me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/523583/</link>
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			<title>march 8 2010</title>
			<description>i wasn't stressed out from crap so this is a little better.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/520487/</link>
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			<title>march 7 2010</title>
			<description>this is crap</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepseaconnor/520120/</link>
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