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			<title>That old familiar ache</title>
			<description>Shame and confusion over love and passion.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1776089/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Orthodox Christianity is the reference..

It's a rough draft.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1734025/</link>
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			<title>Artificial feelings</title>
			<description>Polyvinyl&amp;nbsp;acetate,Buy&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;chips, hide a&amp;nbsp;chip,In&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;skin,&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;bones,Take&amp;nbsp;out a&amp;nbsp;loan&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;shiny&amp;nbsp;stones,Shiny&amp;nbsp;bones&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;long&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;thin,Put&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;chip&amp;nbsp;under&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;skinMy&amp;nbsp;desk&amp;nbsp;is&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1697818/</link>
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			<title>When I wake up</title>
			<description>Outside&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;bedroom&amp;nbsp;windowAre&amp;nbsp;birds&amp;nbsp;balancing&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;giant&amp;nbsp;tree&amp;nbsp;branchesAnd&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;high&amp;nbsp;pitched&amp;nbsp;echoes&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;gift&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;earsLike&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;light&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;sun&amp;nbsp;finally&amp;nbsp;hitting&amp;nbsp;the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1650008/</link>
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			<title>The darkest kind of widsom</title>
			<description>I wrote this after reading some incredible poetry that was raw and real.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1641361/</link>
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			<title>The Sweeper's Song</title>
			<description>Came from working in a restaurant and seeing the hard lives of some of the waitresses there.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1635063/</link>
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			<title>My Muse</title>
			<description>Your big long nose, it blows my whistle, baby!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1634987/</link>
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			<title>Being Your girlfriend</title>
			<description>I have seen couples that seemed to have an off balance power dynamic in the social sphere.  In my own relationship, I started to feel off balance in the relationship and didn't like the feeling.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1634982/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts on sex</title>
			<description>Sex as a matter of black and white...Sex is a sin before marriage, and pure within marriage.&quot;You aren't married. &amp;nbsp;It was a sin. &amp;nbsp;Dirty. &amp;nbsp;Shame worthy, guilty, something that will stick like gluten in the colon, fresh harm to your soul, talk to someone who can help you handle your mist..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1634979/</link>
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			<title>You bring out the-</title>
			<description>This is inspired by a poem written by Sandra Cisneros</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maricoona91/1634972/</link>
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