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			<title>Splinter</title>
			<description>A splinter slipped under my skinAnd it&amp;rsquo;s me who is at faultI threw caution to the windForgetting its subtle assaultIt was suddenIt was piercingDeep into my skinSo deep I might addIt may never see light againIt rooted itself into my veinsAnd continued to manifestPerpetually unforgiving painsTha..</description>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>I long to express my sentimentsBut I'm afraid it's more a task than it seemsSee, I've already said those thingsTime and time againAs a worn a platitudeBefore I meant themAnd before it was youThat I was wantingTo express my love toSo, it's better in the silenceWhere our thoughts s..</description>
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			<title>Disclosure</title>
			<description>It's not an act of suavityI'd call it an infirmityA confession to reap some libertyTo clutch onto my dignityAnd I don't expect a realityBut I'd be lying if I saidI wouldn't let you in my bed</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleynh14/1465422/</link>
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			<title>An Affair With Narcissism</title>
			<description>My take on the underlying narcissism that is inherent to all too many relationships.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleynh14/1464932/</link>
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			<title>Fracture</title>
			<description>It was lucidity at its finestMaybe because my mindHas memorized all of the linesAnd all of the curvesAnd all of the mannerInherent to youYou were right thereAs was ITelling youAll that I'd meant toThat past nightOnly this timeThere were no smears on the windowAnd it gave ..</description>
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