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		<description>The original writings of author Joe Gibson </description>
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			<title>Cigarettes</title>
			<description>CigarettesBullets lined her teethsheltering her intentionsa tongue tied to a grenade pinwaiting to blow memetaphorically ,of courseif looks could killI'd be a dead man walkingI want youin the most unromantic wayfor your perfect flawslike red ink on a testin the shapes of checksand addition signsyour..</description>
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			<title>Made of glass</title>
			<description>Made Of GlassWe&amp;rsquo;re all so fragileand easily brokenglass hearts pump shards of life through a hollowed vesselwhat's the purpose of breathing if you hate the taste of air?I honestly felt nothingbefore I met you.then a sparkgave fire to a fuelless loveexplosionslike fireworkslight up my eyesthe f..</description>
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			<title>In This Box </title>
			<description>In This Box paint me a rainbowwith shades of greysand hues of blackssmeared on a nightclub napkinuse trembling fingersand blurred visionas the fire simmersdemeaning your pitiful clairvoyanceexhausted unlikethe heat crawling down your throata maroon swivelis your pedestalso sit tall and pretty while ..</description>
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			<title>Perks Of Being A Dull Flower</title>
			<description>The Perks Of Being, A Dull FlowerShe said she&amp;rsquo;s always wanted to f**k a poetmine never come trueso who am I to deny dreams?deviated words slithered through my earsaccompanied by the howling of the brisk windmy eyes were fixed to the enigmatic lightsbut i&amp;rsquo;m almost certain in the very corn..</description>
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			<title>Please Remove Your Shoes </title>
			<description>Enjoy </description>
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			<title>The Sandman </title>
			<description>Enjoy </description>
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			<title>The Beauty In Sunken Eye</title>
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			<title>Perception </title>
			<description>Enjoy </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joeypop2/1437100/</link>
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			<title>Id, ego, Superego</title>
			<description>A friendly conversation </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joeypop2/1434541/</link>
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			<title>Nine o' Three</title>
			<description>You decide the ending </description>
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			<title>Susie </title>
			<description>Today Susie is seven </description>
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			<title>Pink</title>
			<description>I enjoy the color pink, do you?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joeypop2/1430850/</link>
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			<title>That Night</title>
			<description>This poem is what really got me into writing, as you can probably surmise it is about me and some one but I generally son't talk or write about my emotions, so I Gave it a shot</description>
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			<title>Imminent</title>
			<description> was asked if i'd rather know when I died or not know when I died. The exercise was to describe your choice in how you would  change your perspective, so I came up with this </description>
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			<title>When Swine Flew</title>
			<description>Don't know</description>
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