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			<title>Water</title>
			<description>Is that a hand on my shoulder? Could this be a safe place? Help me weep for all I could have been; for all that the hands of my soul could not hold on to... I could drink the water of this safe place; I could be renewed to find what still awaits me... But this is not my place, and this is not ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/551581/</link>
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			<title>Title Page</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/542247/</link>
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			<title>Insomnia</title>
			<description>Cut me, my friend; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; knife-thicken my skinI'm losing my longing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My borders are thin&amp;nbsp;I'm losing my value&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; by estrangement of usesI need the sick comfort&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of your sweet abuses&amp;nbsp;Put..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/527587/</link>
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			<title>Show me the future</title>
			<description>This actually came from my experience as a Tarot reader- and why I stopped doing it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/524784/</link>
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			<title>Lock the Doors</title>
			<description>The frightful dream you must escape, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; though the hour hasn't come that you should wakeThe trickery of moonlight&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cast upon the stillness of the lake&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; like polished glass, waiting for the terrible embraceWere I evil you could hate ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/524502/</link>
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			<title>John's Loser Journal</title>
			<description>This is a collection of rants and other such practice nonsense. It will probably come down soon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/523722/</link>
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			<title>Haunted</title>
			<description>Warning: I hate this piece. I promised myself, however, that I would not leave anything out based on my own judgements of its quality. It would defeat the entire purpose of doing this at all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/523719/</link>
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			<title>Lights Out</title>
			<description>First the night's quick day-to-daytype and tappity, then awayto feel the warmth of water on my shoulderswhile I ready for the dreamingsuddenly, the lights are outsweet sightlessnessa glorious sensation turn-aboutI can only feelwet as birth but role reversed, panting happy, delightfully confusedmight..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/523714/</link>
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			<title>Junk</title>
			<description>Come see the heart-giving Feeling MachineEasy to use, and Easy to clean&amp;nbsp;It's the stretchable, wearableCheaply repairablecomfort and love-givingFeeling Machine&amp;nbsp;It's the usable, posable-and quickly disposable- self-powered, long-lasting, Easily storable&amp;nbsp;Hor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/523306/</link>
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			<title>Amazing</title>
			<description>Something in me trembles&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; at the sight of youThe fearful dream that vanished&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in the light of you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and every long embrace that left me &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; satisfied and longing&amp;nbsp;Longing to belong to y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johnnyrequiem/520574/</link>
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