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			<title>vain.</title>
			<description>the sadistic pleasure that runs through every mans veins; something we often classify as a-okay. well, it's f*****g not.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stroi/1348262/</link>
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			<title>heavier heads</title>
			<description>We are not supposed to be a legal system, we were supposed to work with the natural system.</description>
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			<title>Clay &amp; Glass</title>
			<description>A sadist and a masochist intertwine at the seam; a sexually enticing concept that could only be understood by either one of the two.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stroi/1347281/</link>
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			<title>nostalgia.</title>
			<description>In which I do understand that I depend too much on what I had then and not what I want now.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stroi/1347279/</link>
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			<title>I Feel Like Wood,</title>
			<description>Heart-crushing sorrow; a loneliness that expanded into what he would call 'despair'.</description>
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