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			<title>Emotional Hangover</title>
			<description>Symptomsmay includeheadaches,nausea,selectiveamnesia.insomnia,nightmares, fatigue.unnaturalgravitational pulluncomfortableproximity to the floordroopinglimbs lungs and tongue.fuzzyvision, aversionto loud sounds and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pansy/1821439/</link>
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			<title>I know you're a person but in my dreams you're a monster</title>
			<description>you pounce with the encouraging don't worryyou'll find a man soonset yourself up as an emotional protector,in between classes you invite me to your roomyou ask if you can kiss. meyou pout at my refusal. and I feel weakyou interpret. the dark of my jeans to your own&amp;nbsp;ends. you tell me it's good t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pansy/1724702/</link>
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			<title>an angry text to a blocked number</title>
			<description>I would like to hangoutagain but I know yourfeelings on the wholething :pNo no no NO NOYou don't know half of my&amp;nbsp;feelings, you&amp;nbsp;f*****g prick.I let you in my bedbut I don't owe you my headI don't owe you my presence&amp;nbsp;I don't owe you my heartI don't owe you my safetyYou can't f**k me mor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pansy/1672955/</link>
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			<title>Lingering Fingers</title>
			<description>I can't bear to think of your roomwhere you spoke so kindly and hugged me,your fairy lights, the tree exploring your window,the guitar I sometimes knockedwhen you fucked me.Your absence is&amp;nbsp;the biggest presence to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pansy/1611613/</link>
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			<title>Power</title>
			<description>in my worldYou are a magicianora godYou made flowers bloomwith just a touchand now&amp;nbsp;with just a wordYou made the sky greyand rain fall from my eyesi have no strength to face You</description>
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