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			<title>The Dawn of the Night!</title>
			<description>An old piece written in Jr College and then edited 8 years latter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Just_Shlomo/1533395/</link>
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			<title>To long for death</title>
			<description>A poem that courts the idea of being ready to die, without seeking death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Just_Shlomo/1364065/</link>
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			<title>The Sprits Battle With The Physical</title>
			<description>A introspective poem, that deals with several dichotomous issues of life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Just_Shlomo/1363067/</link>
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			<title>Why Must We be This Way</title>
			<description>Why must we run from our emotions and let our self-doubt rule?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Just_Shlomo/1360593/</link>
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			<title>Why is it?</title>
			<description>Why is it that I seek trouble	Time after timeI know how to avoid that path	I know&amp;nbsp;what may lie at the end		Yet I still walk down this troubled windy road			again				and again &amp;nbsp;		Time after timeI hope that one day	by taking this road		I will finally find out what I am trying to escape&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Who Am I</title>
			<description>Who Am I?I am...A whisperA whisperStraining to be heard	Constantly straining to be heard over chaotic criesThe chaotic cries arising from an insatiable insanity	An insatiable insanity created through institutionalismA whisperFloating &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;freely through	a.fast.falling crowd	Fast.falling &amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>When We Think of Heaven</title>
			<description>What do we look for when we think of heaven?	Do we think only of a great reward for a life well lived, or do we think of what effect a multitude of lives lived well, will have on the world around us. &amp;nbsp;Two ideas, both at once connected and contradicting.	Both of these ideas are about seeking som..</description>
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			<title>What is this feeling</title>
			<description>What is this feeling that I haveI know what I wantI can see what I wantBut I am unable to getup and get itI keep trying to hold myself back&amp;nbsp;I am cant know how much more of this I can takeI am running myself up a wallI need this, I need it nowBut I wait, I hold myself back</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Just_Shlomo/1360579/</link>
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			<title>What Will Happen To Alex</title>
			<description>What is going to happen to her nowWill this girl keep going, or will she remain broken, unable to loveNo longer seeing her body as a templeA place to be respectedWhat will be the outcome of this nightA night where her world came crashing inAll in one moment of lust and aggressionA friendship shatter..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Just_Shlomo/1360577/</link>
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			<title>What does she hold</title>
			<description>What does she holdIs it some holy light or is it simply kindnessShe is unknowingly holding a keyA key that I am afraid to tell her, is her handShe has unknowingly become part of my daily thoughtsThoughts that I am afraid to tell her she is part ofShe is the savior and destroyer of my mindMaking me q..</description>
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