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		<description>The original writings of author Jenessa</description>
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			<title>Waiting For A Ride</title>
			<description>I see a woman everyday waiting at a bus stop with all this luggage but she never gets on any bus, I figured the right bus hadn't come yet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/1002909/</link>
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			<title>Melancholy Wishbone</title>
			<description>I wrote this about this sculpture http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we3M1D19DNQ I later sent it to the artist who designed it, Arthur Ganson, he really liked it so he sent it to the band :3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/1002901/</link>
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			<title>A Heart; Fevered</title>
			<description>This one hurts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/978644/</link>
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			<title>Whispers In My Head</title>
			<description>Too many of us understand loneliness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/638855/</link>
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			<title>Dream Weaving</title>
			<description>Weaving dreams that the darkness never touches.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/626530/</link>
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			<title>Cold</title>
			<description>The cold leeches everything from you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/608852/</link>
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			<title>Disconnected</title>
			<description>Feeling disconnected distorts your reality</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/604194/</link>
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			<title>Dreams Of Falling</title>
			<description>I have nightmares of falling great heights.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/594676/</link>
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			<title>Beauty Is...</title>
			<description>Everything to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/594598/</link>
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			<title>Sadness Is A State Of Being</title>
			<description>A poem about not coping.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/594421/</link>
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			<title>Dreams Like Reality</title>
			<description>I used to dream of being loved.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/594280/</link>
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			<title>Irreparable Damage</title>
			<description>Sometimes you keep going even if you can't remember why.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/585679/</link>
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			<title>I Want</title>
			<description> A love poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/584585/</link>
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			<title>Apathy</title>
			<description>Apathy can make pain seem more real then the rest of your life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/584582/</link>
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			<title>Weapons of Mass Creation</title>
			<description>One more poem about sex</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/580306/</link>
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			<title>Exposed</title>
			<description>Just because the hurting feels good doesn't mean it's good for you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/580018/</link>
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			<title>In The Shadows Of My Mind</title>
			<description> In the most simple of terms PTSD is the inability to forget or lessen the impact your memories have on you.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/578121/</link>
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			<title>Lust is a Poison</title>
			<description>It can drive someone insane.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/577847/</link>
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			<title>A Kiss</title>
			<description>Inspired by a kiss.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rasika/577490/</link>
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			<title>Dandelion</title>
			<description>A dandelion is saved from the summer.</description>
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