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		<title>Delilah | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Delilah</description>
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			<title>focus</title>
			<description>A draft from early this year. Strange looking back on that period of time. I lost a good friend. Now he's disagreeable and the nasal tones are far from &quot;delicious&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lacedlilacs/1475068/</link>
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			<title>Twitching buttons of volume</title>
			<description>If only my music could swallow me wholeSo I could turn to nothing and disappear,Floating on the uneven beats and soporific bass lineAll my problems would have vanished.Moved onto another soul, another heart beating the same monotonous tuneI'd have no need to release the curtain of hair over my faceN..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lacedlilacs/1389127/</link>
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			<title>Do you remember?</title>
			<description>I'm nearly there, sometimes</description>
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			<title>Looking in</title>
			<description>When a tear starts toroll down my cheek,Sometimes I wonder,in those small momentswhat is flashing through their mindregrets? memories? lovers?I wonder thenwhat could have pushed themto end ithow could it have got so badfrom when it was so good?how did it happen.If I could speak to themin those last ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lacedlilacs/1389119/</link>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>Her breath trembled as she focused inward,away from the headaches and kind faces,away from the accommodating laughs, the calling kitchen,Her hands fell from wall to wall,each surface helping the footsteps that followed.maybe if she could just focus on one spot the world would stop spinning for a whi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lacedlilacs/1389110/</link>
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			<title>the phone</title>
			<description>I have to do something whilst I wait</description>
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