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			<title>Numb</title>
			<description>This poem captures the emptiness within a deeply pained individual, at one point, this individual was me. Amidst the realm of pain, we are found with unknown possibilities for change and new beginings</description>
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			<title>The Divded States</title>
			<description>In the wake of Ferguson, this poem illustrates the pain that is perpetuated by a nation divided by race. We all bleed the same so we should lead the same, hand in hand, to peace.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gcontillo/1450414/</link>
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			<title>Fearless</title>
			<description>This poem is a recollection of traumatic life events that inhibited me from stepping into my own personal power.. Its an apology, a confession, and a declaration all in one-It's deep, and mysterious.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gcontillo/1382387/</link>
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			<title>Social Slavery</title>
			<description>This poem depicts thoughts in my mind about social conformity, We are all so beautifully unique, a beauty that not all are willing to shoW, worried about how society's reaction will go. BE YOU. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gcontillo/1381955/</link>
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			<title>Zone</title>
			<description>This very short poem was something I scribbled down after a yoga session. I was looking within for direction and inner wisdom to guide me, and these words describe my exact inner experience. </description>
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