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			<title>The Vacuum Woman</title>
			<description>Every man wants a woman like a vacuum.No, not one that sucks them off all the time.If that is all that you can fathom&amp;hellip;You don&amp;rsquo;t deserve a vacuum woman.&amp;nbsp;When your jawlines are squaredShe drinks you in,Doe-eyed, with languorous blinksSo you can&amp;rsquo;t look away.Slight flares of nost..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chase_Face/1386198/</link>
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			<title>Why Does Every Poem Start with &quot;I&quot;: Revision</title>
			<description>A more refined version of the original poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chase_Face/1384422/</link>
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			<title>Hate Me... My Soul Is Detachable</title>
			<description>...Walking into the backyard, following the unsettling procession, still holding my keys and tentatively wishing to leave, I was enveloped in a cacophony of grief. Moans and screams full of disbelief and distress made the air thick; made it hard to breathe. &quot;Nooooo... NOOOOOO.&quot; These words strugglin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chase_Face/1384324/</link>
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			<title>True Colors (No Love For the Kidnapper)</title>
			<description>	Dark red scratches and scrapes across your vision until in a matter of seconds the whole world is chaos. When it is possible to figure out where you are, you see the following scene. In a room with a subtle green aura two children pound up and down the house, pursuing each other in a game of chase...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chase_Face/1384298/</link>
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			<title>The Universe Within Me</title>
			<description>A raw account of my darkest moments</description>
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			<title>Why Does Every Poem Start with &quot;I&quot;</title>
			<description>A true ponderance</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chase_Face/1384027/</link>
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			<title>I Don't Know What/How To Say</title>
			<description>A swab of my mind...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chase_Face/1384022/</link>
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			<title>See Me</title>
			<description>That which I crave.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chase_Face/1384019/</link>
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			<title>She was (not) mysterious</title>
			<description>She was not mysterious in that she guarded or misconstrued any of her numerous nuances, but in that she spoke freely and purely whenever someone inquired about her soul...She disarmed peopleThey figured:A woman must be bursting with such self assuredness to unveil her soul at the mere adornment of a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chase_Face/1384013/</link>
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			<title>What could (not) be true</title>
			<description>What was it about youThat made me...Say it could not be trueThat I could admireThe things you did...Melting me with a mere glancePulling me in by the waistFull of the perfect wordsAlwaysDrowning me withThat way you made me...Feel so highThrowing my head back to laughBecause I could never laugh enoug..</description>
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