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			<title>You Cannot Explain This</title>
			<description>I am still soberand still clean,And I still havea gentleman to love.So, why did I buya pack of cigarettesWith shakingfingers and shameful eyes,But skipped theliquor storeAnd drove on pastmy parents&amp;rsquo; homeTo scratch myarms outside a graveyard?Explain why..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Binding/1490020/</link>
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			<title>Cavern</title>
			<description>My heart is an abandoned mine.It&amp;rsquo;s a carved-out cave with jagged bonesand the occasional dusty diamond,encrusted along the walls of my rib cage,that was somehow left behindby the outlaws who wiped this cavern clean.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Binding/1475023/</link>
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			<title>Sacrifice &amp; Sickness</title>
			<description>His eyes are the green forest backdrop and blue waves clawing themselves desperately onto the seashore; his pale, freckled body the white sands of the island paradise.&amp;nbsp;The hair on his head is red and untamed, like fire, melting his body into a smoldering distinction between destruction and beau..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Binding/1475020/</link>
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			<title>I Am the Unknown</title>
			<description>You could consider me pretty if you are the apathetic type who has to squint to see far distances and shield your eyes when the afternoon sun glints too flauntingly off of the untouched snow.	You could also regard me as intelligent and humorous, as long as you are brave enough to withhold the occasi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Binding/1475013/</link>
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			<title>Because you're just as addicted to the memories as you are to the drugs.</title>
			<description>A short thought-piece, stuck with shards of emotion, about painful memories.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Binding/1445280/</link>
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			<title>The Girl of Earth</title>
			<description>Half-poem and half-short-story, 'The Girl of Earth' is rhythmical and elegant.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Binding/1423527/</link>
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			<title>Ultraviolence</title>
			<description>A mournful short story based off of Lana Del Rey's song, 'Ultraviolence'.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Binding/1423525/</link>
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			<title>Built from the Stars</title>
			<description>A brief, poetic story written about a young man's connection to the Universe.</description>
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