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			<title>Witch Ride</title>
			<description>Before you read any further, you should know that what I'm about to write is a real event. Better, I should say it was an actual nightmare.Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? I ask because I have. It's when your body becomes paralyzed in your sleep. Supposedly, your brain is trying to prevent..</description>
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			<title>Isolation</title>
			<description>It is not a choice I have made.More, it is a bore upon my backand makes me to hunch over and Not buckle under the strain.Eyes to the ground.They are the windows to an Ever aging being that has seenToo much or perhapsNot enough at all. Best you not to look in them,Or be cast into stone From a hollow ..</description>
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			<title>For my name</title>
			<description>My name is not normal.It is not EnglishOr Christian.or &quot;American,&quot;Whatever that means.I have rarely met other girlswith my Name. There was I time that I hated My nameBecause it was not Amanda,Ashley, Jessica, or Cathy.Because it was anotherpeculiar name.Because It is a Black Girl's namePeople will t..</description>
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			<title>Worn</title>
			<description>I've grown too tired for folly,or Games for children.Spare me the melodramaand compare me not to a Summers DayOr to other things.A ball and chainAn Old Lady,or some title befitting a dog,Speaking of, Don't toddle behind me,Or drool over me,or give me reason to swat your muzzleor waggle my finger for..</description>
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