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			<title>I Bet You Smell Like Popcorn</title>
			<description>There's a few things about you and about popcorn that kinda f***s me uplike how with you its always all or nothing.When I try to pace myselfI end up taking in handfuls of youand it chokes me.There's the way you areway too costlywhen I really&amp;nbsp;want you there.But the thing is, with both you and po..</description>
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			<title>This Poem Isn't About a Woman, So That's Different</title>
			<description>I'm going to break the cycle.First off, the cycle of ennuithen the cycle of unfinished, unpublished poetryand while we're at it, lets tear down my cyclical thinking on women,Like what really is a woman, to me?1) Today I woke up with plansplans to conquer the world, yes,&amp;nbsp;but mainly just plans wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rangerisjosh/1673122/</link>
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			<title>If I drink enough and hang off my couch upside-down, maybe the alcohol will burn out my heart.</title>
			<description>There must be something in this alcohol.There must be something in this Smirnoff vodka because ittastes fiery and alive at firstbut as it settles in my stomachmy invincibility does not seemas convincing as it once was.The aftertaste hits me with it's&quot;Why can't you be happy sober?&quot;and its&quot;Don't you c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rangerisjosh/1670786/</link>
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			<title>There Is No Music Today.</title>
			<description>A brief and inadequate response to the Paris bombings on 11/13/15</description>
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			<title>Dear Son, About My Perfection...</title>
			<description>Dear Son,I wish I could swear to you that&amp;nbsp;I've never smelled like cigarettesas I wasn't retreated from an un-fulfilling hook upthat had transpired in an apartment two floors down from mineor&amp;nbsp;thatI never reeked of boozeafter a never-ending stream of vomitfollowing a drunken run from a party..</description>
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			<title>Don't Mess With The Original Oreo</title>
			<description>I feel like this comparison has been made beforebut you remind meof Double-Stuffed Oreoes.A common personwho isn't familiar with thecomplexities of&amp;nbsp;Oreo consumptionmay not understand thatthis is an insult becauseyou streamline my lifeto skip over the fun.In the good ole daysbefore Double-Stuffe..</description>
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			<title>Frank the Double-Stuffed Oreo</title>
			<description>Once upon a time there was a Double-Stuffed Oreo named Frank.Frank was created in a&amp;nbsp;factory with&amp;nbsp;a machine that could churn out thousands of cookies&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;like him in a second. Little conveyor belts zipped</description>
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			<title>My Parents Are Evil</title>
			<description>Ilost my marblessomewhere&amp;nbsp;back homein my small,&amp;nbsp;cozyhouse.I lost those marblesdespite keeping themin a onyx black bagwith a drawstringand leaving themon my nightstandeverysinglenight.I&amp;nbsp;miss my marblesand I'm not too surethey haven't been stolen(my best friend alwaysliked the striped o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rangerisjosh/1662341/</link>
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			<title>F**k This Vanilla Scented Candle</title>
			<description>I plan to&amp;nbsp;re-giftthis Christmas.I plan to&amp;nbsp;re-gift&amp;nbsp;this Christmasbecausefuckthis&amp;nbsp;candle.F**k this candle that yougave to me last ChristmasIt smells likevanilla--&amp;nbsp;sothe labelsays...I haven'tbothered to&amp;nbsp;smell itfor awhile.I don't want to smell it becauseI have no f*****g c..</description>
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