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			<title>Wound</title>
			<description>His searing burn curls inside and makes itself at homeHeart quickening, breath thickening, a pulsing in my wombMy chest feels the pressure as he slowly seeps insideImages of tangled bodies,  darkened places to hideHe curls around me tighter, unaware of my pain I cannot bear the w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MamaMack/1950459/</link>
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			<title>I should not have eaten that...</title>
			<description>There are knives in my intestinesI fear my time is running shortThe pain is coursing down my abdomenI go to push, then I abortI'm running for the bathroom nowI can't believe it came to thisI try to recall what I ateAs my sphincter starts to hissIT'S EVIL! I ate a demon!And it's try..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MamaMack/1725887/</link>
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			<title>Liberation</title>
			<description>Shackled down in chainsBroken glass beneath my feetWords filling the airFrom razor blades called teethThey tell me this is warrantedThe abuse that I receiveI could have prevented punishmentHad I better served the righteous QueenThey want to see me bloodied,Scarred, disfigured all m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MamaMack/1723304/</link>
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			<title>Armor</title>
			<description>They told me how to thinkHow to feelHow to liveThey told me I was wrongI was heartlessI was badThey told me I was hatedUnwantedInferior to themThey never expected I wouldn't care what they said.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MamaMack/1688975/</link>
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			<title>A Fart</title>
			<description>My daughter challenged me to write a poem about farts. I hope others find it as hilarious as she has.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MamaMack/1686570/</link>
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			<title>Loveless</title>
			<description>Your tears fill in the potholesThat line your broken streetPuddles of a rageful envyAnd murderous deceitPlay a wounded animalTo bite off kindness' headWhy should there be happinessYou'd rather see it deadIn this nightmare fairytaleYou long to feel againNothing here will comfort y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MamaMack/1684741/</link>
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			<title>Balance</title>
			<description>I am many mighty thingsThe seasons change my tidesThey brighten and enlighten meOne lesson at a timeMy scales striving for balanceThrough avenues that windWhile walls are broken and rebuiltTo protect my peace of mindFlowers blossom, weeds will dieWhen special care is givenNo forc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MamaMack/1684181/</link>
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			<title>I cannot</title>
			<description>I cannot live my life for youMaking plans that you approveChange the way I think of lifeBelieve my world is full of strifeI cannot be a hollow shellAllow you to fill my empty wellStand and pray for your commandListen to your reprimandI cannot sit, stay and waitFeeding from the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MamaMack/1662681/</link>
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			<title>Light and Dark</title>
			<description>I have fallen from the skyMy delicate wings are clippedYou soar above me, looking downRed venom on your lips.Perhaps you saw my weaknessAnd longed to play a gamePick apart my broken heartThen fill my gut with shame.Did you think I'd lay thereLike a victim, small and meekWhen grea..</description>
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