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			<title>Love, itself; before it was gone</title>
			<description>A piece from a novel draft I'm working on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MasterChrissie/1411011/</link>
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			<title>Zombie</title>
			<description>My mind trying to beat me down. I try not to have any of it.</description>
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			<title>Wednesday's child</title>
			<description>Another oldish poem, again written roughly two and a half years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MasterChrissie/1402523/</link>
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			<title>Grief and I</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote roughly two and a half years ago, which I no longer identify with but still find pretty good, especially for me!</description>
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