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		<description>The original writings of author Pegs Van Damme</description>
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			<title>A Night Out in January</title>
			<description>Shutter visionAnd my legs On either sideOf the yellow lines in the street.Slow and laboredmists of winter breathspread in my chest.I felt my soul tremble.A droplet Of warm follows up my spine;Like water,Its contents Empty, spread And heavy, like memories, pull downon my head. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1737165/</link>
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			<title>Fragmentation</title>
			<description>Working class Blues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1676817/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>Para Mi Amor</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1641349/</link>
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			<title>Rox</title>
			<description>The kids are screamin&amp;rsquo;hear me!feel me!hear me!-but they won&amp;rsquo;t-so they trynippinrippinat heel&amp;rsquo;sof giants throwinrocksto try and turn these headsfeel me!hear me!FEEL--We&amp;rsquo;re bleedin&amp;rsquo;our momma&amp;rsquo;s crying,grabbin our backsrippin at our arms losing their voicesto get back..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1525903/</link>
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			<title>In the Summer</title>
			<description>Slowand softwe drip and meet and blend like drops of summer rainsinto blurry poolsof colormostly pink and redthat sit and stir on top our bed</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1511854/</link>
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			<title>Youth</title>
			<description>youth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1507242/</link>
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			<title>Pace</title>
			<description>about time. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1504416/</link>
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			<title>The Lines</title>
			<description>The linesthat have been written;fit ever so tight within the constructs that my dreamshave createdof my lifeandof what I think I should be.The lineswrittenof what I have actually lived;whentransposed ontothose almost forgottenlines of my dreamsfit tightly,compactly,on top,and overlappingThe lines;to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1448862/</link>
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			<title>Can you see it?</title>
			<description>no? well that's cool too. later.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1407873/</link>
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			<title>Uncensored Thursday Bullshit</title>
			<description>judge me now, love me later</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1407868/</link>
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			<title>Hello Goodbye</title>
			<description>Sit, be patient and absorb every word</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1387405/</link>
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			<title>A Story</title>
			<description>YesterdayI walked past a fellowwhois a dead fellow today</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1386650/</link>
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			<title>Laughs Feel Better Later</title>
			<description>A brothers struggle with authority.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1386579/</link>
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			<title>From The Stain on My Kicks...To You</title>
			<description>I want to learnto love everything.to lovethe new stain on my new kicks so that i can see that even the prettiest thingslose their facade.And when they do, everything else i loved about thembegins to show through.to lovethe nasty scratch on my thighso that i can match itwith the memory of a slide tac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1386275/</link>
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			<title>Footsteps in the Hallway</title>
			<description>well... ya know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1386270/</link>
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			<title>The Tears I Shed</title>
			<description>They made fun of me in kindergarten,she told me.Who did.What did they say.I asked through sentences broken by the knot in my throat as they came out.She said this as if it were just a passing thought;with as little weight as could be assignedto a statement. Baffling, especially for onethat meant so ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1385864/</link>
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			<title>The short life of a sliver of grass</title>
			<description>For my heroine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1385823/</link>
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			<title>The Difference</title>
			<description>3 days.I was gonefor 3 days, man.It was enoughto make the same unmade bed,not mine.It was enough to makethe space&amp;nbsp; my opened room door led to, somewhere I'd never been before.3 days.3 days was allit took.for the mixture ofour f*****g vicious wordsand the tearsof our broken heartsto seep intoour..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1385809/</link>
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			<title>Little Windows</title>
			<description>Red Van&quot;PUT YOUR SEATBELT O--&quot;Blue coup&quot;Babe..I'll be home in uhhh--&quot;Yellow truck, lifted...watchu lookin' atbuddy...Black Beamer&quot;Look, you gotta convince 'em to take the deal--&quot;I didn't even haveto turn whenI heard the crash.A conglomeration of stories and it's characters nowjust lay there. On the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PegsVanDamme/1385804/</link>
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			<title>The Cafe</title>
			<description>One minute wewere taking inthe summer sun.The next, the rainbegan to fallthick enoughto give the impressionthat the end of the worldwas just across the street.The icy dropsbegan to peltour faceswhere only moments agothe sun was threateningto burn.Our mouth,smiling what seemed only seconds ago,now ye..</description>
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