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			<title>Untitled Feeling</title>
			<description>I was ill for 5 days in the middle of no where in Cambodia and this poem came out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMangan/1734640/</link>
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			<title>Eyes</title>
			<description>To look into your eyesWould be to accept your realityTo see what you seeAnd know your painTo swim in your eyesGaze until love pours fromDown into the depths of your beingA love like that is one I desireFor now I cannot look&amp;nbsp;Into your eyesAnd hope to see and feelsomething that is just not there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMangan/1697708/</link>
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			<title>Imperfect Feminity</title>
			<description>This is not a poem to outline our differences, it is just how I felt at the time considering my previous experiences. I was reminded of 'The Imperfect Enjoyment' by John Wilmott, hence the title.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMangan/1652425/</link>
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			<title>London</title>
			<description>I was sat at BFI on Southbank waiting for a friend to arrive, watching the way Londoners move about and comparing how foreign it felt to where I had just been living in Asia.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SophiaMangan/1652422/</link>
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			<title>Reaching</title>
			<description>Reaching for an object in a dream,you never can quite touch -context unknown, people covered up -&amp;nbsp;knowing there's a face in there;One you can trust,slipping through your fingers;shifting, sifting, never quite yours,more akin to dust.I don't want to lose what I never hadAnd feel attached to that..</description>
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