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		<description>The original writings of author Demona</description>
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			<title>things i would</title>
			<description>running to get away,jumping off the cliff,hiding in the tall grass.Just to run from you.&amp;nbsp;throwing myself off waterfall.jumping in a volcano.swimming shark infested waters.playing with a loaded gun.&amp;nbsp;I would do all this;and more justto get awayfrom you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demona/552784/</link>
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			<title>my universe</title>
			<description>about my three children</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demona/552035/</link>
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			<title>just a thought</title>
			<description>the ebb and flow of your feelings has me dizzy.the stregnth of your convictions has me weak.You say one thing and do the other.You say&amp;nbsp; I am in charge but we both know better.I am trying to stand on my own.I am trying to hold my head high.I am trying to make my back steel.I am doi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demona/551573/</link>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>for a friend</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demona/551557/</link>
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			<title>Apathy</title>
			<description>feelings toward my spouse and the  sham we call marriage</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demona/550601/</link>
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			<title>Fury</title>
			<description>I hate your look.I hate your smell.I hate the sound of your voice.I hate that you know me well.I hate that I trusted you again.I hate when you are in the room with me.I hate it when you touch me.I hate it when you are in the house.I can't say that I hate you, cause hate is too small a word.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Demona/550600/</link>
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			<title>No one home</title>
			<description>I am here, trapped in this hell.I am here, trying not to run.I am here, trying to listen.I am here, taking the vicious words.I am here, looking for a way out.I am here, in a house.I am here, alone.I am here,with no one home.&amp;nbsp;You have chased them all away.</description>
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