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			<title>Ventriloquist</title>
			<description>A poem about an individual stuck in a controlling relationship. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDiCarlo/1627726/</link>
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			<title>Plastic Society</title>
			<description>If you don't take a giant breath after reading this then I haven't done my job. The style was written to mirror Slyvia Plath's &quot;Daddy.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDiCarlo/1323038/</link>
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			<title>Mosquito</title>
			<description>Written for all the blood suckers who thrive off of the vitality of others. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDiCarlo/1323034/</link>
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			<title>Bones</title>
			<description>Since beginning school again as a studying nurse, I've incorporated my love for the dead with how to heal and help the living. Skeletons are my specialty. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDiCarlo/1323027/</link>
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			<title>Fallen</title>
			<description>Ignorance is the fall from grace.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Patternsburnt their lives with fear.And inside blue eyes the dark remains.&amp;nbsp;The moon crescents a resting place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDiCarlo/1323022/</link>
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			<title>Lost Sheep, Black Sheep</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8203;Lost sheep.Black sheep.Wandering away.Maybe my soul is doomedor maybe it's too soonto tell the fate of my spirit.&amp;nbsp;Lost Sheep.Black Sheep.Bring me back to the herddig me out of this grave I have madeand buried myself alive.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDiCarlo/1323017/</link>
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			<title>Psycho Social</title>
			<description>SilhouettesWe&amp;rsquo;re all just silhouettesorbiting shadows arounda solipsist&amp;rsquo;s universe. &amp;nbsp;The Solipsist created all of this.It&amp;rsquo;s not real&amp;hellip;LoveTrustForever.It&amp;rsquo;s make-believe in a mindThat exists o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDiCarlo/1323016/</link>
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			<title>Disorder</title>
			<description>This poem was inspired by my ongoing battle with anxiety, depression and panic disorder. Few people understand how truly horrible this disease can be. I always want to reach out and help </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NikDiCarlo/1323010/</link>
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