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		<description>The original writings of author Esoterrorca</description>
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			<title>&quot;Run(Downtrodden)&quot;</title>
			<description>I spent all night the other night basically watching videos on Youtube about #coronavirus and I could not sleep. I did it to myself. This 24 hour news cycle took over. I forgot to mediate....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/2165875/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Transference&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Transference&quot;Obsessed with so many faces..Those who shine brightest  give me the alternate reality.I can brandish a promising imagination.Even if to you I pose sight unseenYou think you're just one of many And I take the focus off me and put it on someone I've never ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/2117173/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Proxy by Silence&quot;</title>
			<description>Reflection can be depressing but when you arrive at a conclusion to let go, it can be bittersweet but also freeing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/2115737/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Faces&quot; </title>
			<description>What others see and what we would do not to see what they see or for that matter not see them. Punishing ourselves</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/2068220/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Love's Ravage&quot;</title>
			<description>What we will put ourselves throughonly not to the extremessome randoms went toto rule out these lovers for youbefore you've even met...until the unrealized dreams of those scornedprompted them to send them to you.Love's ravage:it consumes whatever feelings we have left;immune to lovewe face a worse ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1784110/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Beyond the Love&quot;</title>
			<description>I've always wanted to knowwhere the the feelings goIf you'd never disappearedwould I have ever realizedthis was just an infatuationbeyond the love I thought we made?The thing about being burnedis the one with scarsearns the right to lay blame for all their dayseven at the feet of those whose intenti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1778639/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Relocate Underground&quot;</title>
			<description>There are many ways to get undergroundbut no one's found a way outonce immersed in the darkness they found.If connections withstood the passage of time in the lightthey're still with me;even if I'm not standing them downthey're still on my mind -&amp;nbsp;still following me around.Some may have pushed m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1765498/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Glass House&quot;</title>
			<description>You think I am naive enough to believeI'm the only one with problems.Maybe that's why &amp;nbsp;-unlike you-I choose not to dispense advice&amp;nbsp;as if it were more than two-cents worthof precious little&amp;nbsp;you have to offerthat I see right through.Maybe before you closed the door to your glass homeyou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1757046/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Guilt&quot;</title>
			<description>Some things we can't learn;If only to speak with easeso all of a sudden in a time of needour concern could have measure in wordsI know your reception to them could albeit lead&amp;nbsp; to something worsebut when there's never the right thing to saythe pain you feel is our mutual cursebecause for this r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1744553/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Teacher's Pet&quot;</title>
			<description>A compliment is something of a tease;a sort of lifeline for those who don't believe.Those words uttered by anyone else&amp;nbsp;would seem less credible and I'd be more skepticalbut it's all the more reason I want them to be truebecause they came from you...but I won't be on my knees.So we all long to b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1740357/</link>
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			<title>&quot;To The Exclusion of Others&quot;</title>
			<description>Couldn't help but noticewe were all in the same sinking boatbut it doesn't figure into my escape planto feel as though I'm all alonein the midst of a mayday overblown.Sink or swimeven if you life doesn't depend on it;Know in contemplative meditationwith each breath giventhe moments that can't be rel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1740353/</link>
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			<title>&quot;A Day to be Free&quot;</title>
			<description>So I'm not listening to hear no.You tell me.&quot;in on ear; out the other it goes.&quot;I'm on a mission to break your spell&amp;nbsp;put in motion a long time agointo a mind which could not envisionI could beat the odds if I escape your prison.You'd call me brokenwhen I had no idea how to fix itbut I had to det..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1723417/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Den of Iniquity&quot; </title>
			<description>Daddy issues, coming out issues, fear of relationships, trust, fear of not realizing one's own desires....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1722273/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop&quot;</title>
			<description>About fear of death, loneliness and loss and loss of love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1722265/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Graveyard Shift&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Here lies _____&quot;and nothing else was read on his epitaphabout the man who walked through lifenever showing the right sideoh yes, he could laughbut people mistook his joy for their fright.A little different as a childreduced, cajoled and ridiculed;In adulthood he should have been part of a worldwher..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1707134/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Martyrslaughter&quot;</title>
			<description>Fight the battles as if the war's already done;the warrior's weapon was his lifeknowing he would be reborn into the glow of eternal light.Ready to be under the gun..until desirous of his moment in the sungot burned to a crisp by his own admission.He would rather have been a martyr;public opinion say..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1704189/</link>
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			<title>&quot;The World&quot;</title>
			<description>You don't want me to hideto cut myself off;it's kind of hard&amp;nbsp;if not impossiblewhen the one you won't let me seekis somewhere inside.I'm adrift in whatever -the resignation to the uncertaintywhile all I can do is wait&amp;nbsp;for whatever comes my way.Whatever joy in the momentwhatever enduring pai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1701104/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Machine Madness&quot;</title>
			<description>Machines became a curse;We lost the finesse to speak truth gentlyto speak without being terse;too far past the point to have forgone a false sense of securityfor there to remain anything but numbing adversity.In an age of an apocalyptic abyssit does mankind no greater disservicewhen we choose not to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1688108/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Hot and Bothered&quot;</title>
			<description>Full-on get your freak onDipped and double-dipped to get a rise;The dark dumps the weight of inhibitionsOne-hundred percent satisfaction knows no compromise.Strangers from dusk to dawn;never by the light of day can we make it workor could an unrelenting imagination be satiated.&amp;nbsp;The gambit runs ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1654257/</link>
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			<title>&quot;How Long A Hero&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;How Long A Hero&quot;I'm pleading to be the onewho's sought after for wisdom;even after my shameless campaignsI've never been anyone's number one.I guess that made me the victim...For how long a heroget's a hero's refrain;for how long can I be on a pedestalwhen the energy to maintain hero statuszaps me ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Esoterrorca/1652849/</link>
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