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			<description>I don't know; I suppose I'm still working on this one. It's not a poem, or prose really, but I didn't know what to call it. Perhaps an overly long quote? Haha. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulremedies/1662276/</link>
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			<title>doormats</title>
			<description>He touchesroughly,selfishly, forcibly,and i do not intervene.&amp;nbsp;compares meto a dirt road:&amp;nbsp;a dreadful walktoward somethingmore compelling.&amp;nbsp;explored withlittle interest,&amp;nbsp;but walked ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulremedies/1514090/</link>
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			<title>in small doses.</title>
			<description>This one is rather close and dear to my heart. Short, but it lingers on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulremedies/1512493/</link>
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			<title>september.</title>
			<description>I was wearing violet mascara on the day you left.a violet river flooded my face,and discovered home within my left clavicle.The mascara stained everything in proximity,as if this particular emotional breakdownneeded its own trademark:obnoxious purple streaks on the wall,on your t-shirts, on my mothe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulremedies/1512478/</link>
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			<title>can't get close.</title>
			<description>He was asthmatic and selfish.He developed a habit&amp;nbsp;of taking my breath awayin order to sleep morecomfortably.I nearly suffocated every nightto watch him sleep,and it was my favorite thingin this entire world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulremedies/1512477/</link>
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