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			<title>That empty feeling,but hope.</title>
			<description>My Son wont existThe thought of himVanishes like a mistMy Daughter is a fantasieThe thought of herIs washed out to seaIts hard to find any purpose at allBecause what if there's no SoulAnd we're just biological&amp;nbsp;I pray things will get betterAnd I won''t be consumedBy the child I can't get herEven..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnLudlow84/1861003/</link>
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			<title>Cowards Philosophy </title>
			<description>Skim across the pondLike the boatmanBrutal beneath Brutal aboveAll he can doKeep the ripples smallAvoid the dangerBut know his dark sideHe eats and preys tooHe's not goodNobody isYou're notMaybe the pond was placed there?Maybe it wasn'tWho knowsJust skim across the pondBut keep the ripples small.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnLudlow84/1828303/</link>
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			<title>Hate, its easy.</title>
			<description>First draft. Trying to express something that's been on my mind. Its a bit rubbish I know. Just stuck.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnLudlow84/1828302/</link>
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			<title>The Human curse</title>
			<description>My thoughts on depression , existence and personal battles</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnLudlow84/1801645/</link>
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			<title>True Love</title>
			<description>I have brought this marriage disgracefind it hard to look at my face.&amp;nbsp;lets not bury what we haveand turn it into ash&amp;nbsp;We are mates butwe also have fates&amp;nbsp;Only God knows what's for our testWe can only do our best&amp;nbsp;But this is all pastI believe we can last&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My little soul&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnLudlow84/1699477/</link>
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			<title>Foolish pride.</title>
			<description>My Iraqi ribbon,it just sits on my window sill.A memory twelve years ago,Why can't I let it go?Sometimes I fantasize,that I had the abilityto throw it in the sea.People must see it!Or how will they know,that I once held a gun?And thought shooting Humans was fun.If only I could go back.Put my life on..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnLudlow84/1645913/</link>
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			<title>Blind mist</title>
			<description>Depression / addiction.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnLudlow84/1643708/</link>
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			<title>The Cockle Pond</title>
			<description>I stroll around the Cockle Pond,to try and make my back respond.On the way home the Sun shone fierce,making my eyes fill with tears.If only my mind and back will bond.</description>
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