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		<description>The original writings of author jbop</description>
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			<title>This body</title>
			<description>This vehicleThis shellIt&amp;rsquo;s not so bad after allIt&amp;rsquo;s not all there isBecause I&amp;rsquo;m in hereThat&amp;rsquo;s where I amI choose to look after my vehicle I don&amp;rsquo;t have toI would be here stillAnd in actual fact it is a massive part of what I am and who we are..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/2273178/</link>
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			<title>Coronavirus</title>
			<description>ill for the first time without my Mum..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/2161272/</link>
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			<title>The Anti-Sherlock</title>
			<description>Please do not fall. No not for me. For I cannot catch you. You see, I am searching for the quietest patience and the highest winds. I yearn for the most beautiful raindrop in a flood of a thousand seas. I seek the most peaceful of lightening bolts and the kindest of killer bees. So I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/1135801/</link>
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			<title>Hello Ugly Apple</title>
			<description>It comes on out of nowhere like a relapse and I'm back to square one. I don't know why and I don't know how to stop it. But truthfully it's always there, like a dull ache.F**k off and leave me alone, I'm not listening.It is so painful, and it consumes me entirely. But secretly I'm always hoping. Hop..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/1102394/</link>
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			<title> As if I'm not crazy enough.</title>
			<description>I want to get drunk and do stupid s**t for someone I'm crazy about.I want to be so crazy about someone it makes me sick. I've been hoping for all the wrong people. They always have blue eyes and they're always wrong. I don't want to try anymore. I romanticise what doesn't exist and drive myself craz..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/1080123/</link>
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			<title>And I am. </title>
			<description>Wild dogs and cyotes don't lay down at my glare. Babies take one look at me and burst into tears.Saying that, they have begun to take a shine to me. I don't wear designer fashion, I don't have a stable job or mind. I wear jeans with a worn out crotch, and I just do what I do. LaMy eyes aren't crysta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/1080085/</link>
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			<title>Jean</title>
			<description>What a spectacular being&amp;nbsp;to make another yearnfor himthis much.Spectacular, and despicable.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/967242/</link>
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			<title>The Shed</title>
			<description>It was cold and it was clinical.I'll probably find out it was my scent all along,and I've been holding onand on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/967227/</link>
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			<title>Iodine Sky</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s not often I do this..It&amp;rsquo;s not often I getto do this. It&amp;rsquo;s not often the sky looks so f*****g peaceful.Like so much is going on under it,And it doesn&amp;rsquo;t mind.Vast oceans and the quietest deserts.And I&amp;rsquo;m under it..And it does not chan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/883717/</link>
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			<title>This Time Last Year</title>
			<description>aswell</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/883714/</link>
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			<title>I stumbled my heart out</title>
			<description>Why is the other side of the world not far enough?You&amp;nbsp;are a mistake I'll never make again.One day you'll wake up, next to another meaningless face,another year older, another day lonelier, and you will think of me.Then you will&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;realise.&amp;nbsp;You'll realise what you lost in me...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/741290/</link>
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			<title>I was going to give you a radish </title>
			<description>Lying there, looking at my three hour nails against your white sheets and that picture on your wall,of the men on the empire state building. Illuminated intermittently by the flashing light of your stereo.You played with my hair and touched my face,as I ran my fingers along y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/671572/</link>
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			<title>The girl between the sheets.</title>
			<description>When it's dark, and love is just a shadow.The light bounces off the contours of your favourite face.It's in this hazy place you'll find her;The girl between the sheets.It's as if she says to me,'It's ok, I got this..'And I can turn off.And it's her that you're with, and, for a short while,she absorb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/665059/</link>
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			<title>Englishman in New York</title>
			<description>I like being able to say,&amp;lsquo;you were the last to...&amp;rsquo;.and when I wear what I wore that day.What I was wearing, what you tore off me,gently.Not like they say.and I grabbedat your flesh.It was dark and hazybut you spoke to me and you asked meand you told ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/657835/</link>
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			<title>i think i'm going slightly psychotic</title>
			<description>I want to bite you.&amp;nbsp;I want to rip apart your flesh.Tear your skin with my teeth.So I was the last to savage you&amp;nbsp;like a hungry lioness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/657831/</link>
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			<title>I had not known you a month</title>
			<description>I did have moresense, until that night.I was comingback for you. I always was. But I thought you&amp;rsquo;d probably be gone when I got there.But now I&amp;rsquo;mhere. It&amp;rsquo;s dark. and it&amp;rsquo;s raining.and I&amp;rsquo;m waiting for you to come for me.Is this what I get for ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/657818/</link>
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			<title>F****n Martin</title>
			<description>You were pushed in here. I didn&amp;rsquo;t ask for you.But you came anyway.There&amp;rsquo;s one, his hands are everywhere.Not you, for I know you.&amp;nbsp;And I do.And I defend you, mostly against myself.I think one day it&amp;rsquo;ll be worth it and it&amp;rsquo;ll make sense,and you&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/657813/</link>
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			<title>you can't order a pizza</title>
			<description>Some people can write reality beautiful.I just write reality, because it&amp;rsquo;s all I&amp;rsquo;ve got.Sometimes.Maybe because I&amp;rsquo;m uneasy when perfection meets reality.Maybe because it doesn&amp;rsquo;t happen that often.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/657808/</link>
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			<title>Richard smells like Christmas trees</title>
			<description>They don't even compare to you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/656655/</link>
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			<title>10 reasons you don't have a ring</title>
			<description>the least poem thing ever</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/652987/</link>
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			<title>Wednesday</title>
			<description>F**k you and your&amp;nbsp;pretty face,and your&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;soul.Your voice is like&amp;nbsp;velvet, brushing over me.I don't want to hear you utter another word.Except that I&amp;nbsp;do,I want to hear you, resounding in my head.I want to see you, the last thing before I close my eyes and leave the wor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/651258/</link>
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			<title>I left my chewing gum next to your bed</title>
			<description>I wonder if you found it..?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/647325/</link>
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			<title>The stars are something to behold tonight</title>
			<description>I hope they help a brother out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/643164/</link>
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			<title>I wished for you</title>
			<description>Bollock</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/633190/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Comfortable, withthe frayed edges,the bumps, scratchesanddamp.But not me.But now no one&amp;rsquo;sfamiliarBut were they ever?Not me.Just another personin the roomHappy with tomorrowwill be betterBut not today.Good intentions,then lost, then foundn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/603015/</link>
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			<title>Stole</title>
			<description>A collabortion of song lyrics
Please don't sue me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jbop/603014/</link>
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