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		<description>The original writings of author Lookwithinsight</description>
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			<title>Them.</title>
			<description>Learning lessons from the ones that hurt you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1515762/</link>
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			<title>Trials</title>
			<description>I haven't posted any poems in a while, but check this one out!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1515760/</link>
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			<title>I Bleed</title>
			<description>I am not sorry that I let my heart bleed like it should.I am not sorry that it pumps with such vigor, it would.I&amp;rsquo;ve got a steady blood flow and steady stream of thoughts lining the seams of things I&amp;rsquo;ve lost.I wear them like patches stitched to my sleeve, a reminder of what has made me, m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1451470/</link>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m not one for love.I&amp;rsquo;m one for love lost.I pay for the darkness,no matter the cost.Image of the artist.I try my hardest to slip from itsclaws, but it&amp;rsquo;s a part of me.Sorry, I tend to run from things.I don&amp;rsquo;t stay long.Get a good look before you can see.Get a good look, I&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1450545/</link>
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			<title>Slumber</title>
			<description>My attempt at capturing the feeling of dosing off.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1449983/</link>
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			<title>Lovers</title>
			<description>Lovers are notches on a clock. They grip the hands and ride. They fall at different times. When the clock strikes twelve, you&amp;rsquo;re not fully yourself. You grow harder every time. See, when you&amp;rsquo;re on her time, she&amp;rsquo;s on his. He&amp;rsquo;s on yours. You&amp;rsquo;re floating in a boat with no ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1449366/</link>
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			<title>Loose</title>
			<description>Is it me?It must be.I look the same,So it seems.My gaze drips disdain.My eyes lost their gleam.I look down.My feet look&amp;hellip;similar.These are not my shoes.I&amp;rsquo;m wearing some poor girl&amp;rsquo;sskin and it feels so loose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1448165/</link>
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			<title>Black and Blue</title>
			<description>I know what&amp;rsquo;s right for me.I should take it.I know I&amp;rsquo;ll never be without temptation.If that&amp;rsquo;s not the worst ache then,I don&amp;rsquo;t know what is.I bite my tongue until I taste blood.You feel a lot like love.I know, I should feel it too.Somethings holding me back,it&amp;rsquo;s turning ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1446948/</link>
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			<title>Life and Coffee</title>
			<description>A sort of existential crisis I was having, and still am.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1445318/</link>
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			<title>Friendzone</title>
			<description>I hate this concept so much.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1445307/</link>
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			<title>Eventually</title>
			<description>My mind concocts a variety of solutions.The thing you find most hindering is my lack of contribution.Yes, I speak in codes,riddles, and things that don&amp;rsquo;t make sense.I&amp;rsquo;m a half mute shadow sitting on a rotted fence.I&amp;rsquo;ve gotta say the view from here makes it hard to read your hints.T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1444504/</link>
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			<title>Paranoid</title>
			<description>Paranoid,self-centered.Craving joy,underserved.I&amp;rsquo;m paranoid,that&amp;nbsp;everyone&amp;rsquo;sjust actingto suit&amp;nbsp;a rolethey feel the needto play.I feel the need&amp;nbsp;to bleed.Bleed,and be on the receiving end of thingsbut imparanoid as s**t.I&amp;rsquo;m cold,and silentlyblatant.Show me your grit.Sho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1444500/</link>
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			<title>Let Me Be</title>
			<description>Noticing you're on a downward spiral, but not wanting help.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1444254/</link>
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			<title>White and Black, Never Gray.</title>
			<description>Dead before the first breath.We never did stand a chance.A small ember ignited,with flames uninvited.It should&amp;rsquo;ve felt righteousupon the first kiss.It should&amp;rsquo;ve, but we were too nervous.Still too nervous to take a chance.We played until the fire stopped,rain dance.Now we&amp;rsquo;re dead be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1443966/</link>
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			<title>Safe</title>
			<description>Play it safe.Never wait.Silent ache.Prideful Grace.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1443940/</link>
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			<title>Marlboro</title>
			<description>So desperately wanting someone who's depressed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1443939/</link>
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			<title>March</title>
			<description>This is describing a year after a break-up and the month of March's connotation with it.
It happened in March</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1443936/</link>
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			<title>Sigh</title>
			<description>Long-winded&amp;nbsp;no pun intended sigh.I hate phone calls,but I can&amp;rsquo;t find my words.I don&amp;rsquo;t know why.I trade patience for highs.I&amp;rsquo;m wasted off life.Sometimes, I want to end it.No pun intended, knife.Admit it, or I&amp;rsquo;ll emit it,another long-winded,no pun intended sigh.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lookwithinsight/1443934/</link>
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