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			<title>Mistake</title>
			<description>A sonnet about my mother</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoieGasch/1692000/</link>
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			<title>False Light </title>
			<description>The stars represent hope, and the artificial light represents false hope. Yes, there is a Walt Whitman reference. I wrote everything except the grass thing. That was Walt. C:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoieGasch/1691958/</link>
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			<title>Forgetful Man</title>
			<description>A poem to my father, my emotions when I was a freshman.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoieGasch/1679572/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>The poem is about how I went insane. The picture is a reference to Sylvia Plath.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoieGasch/1678681/</link>
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			<title>haiku</title>
			<description>My first haiku</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoieGasch/1678640/</link>
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			<title>In the Midst</title>
			<description>This poem was written while I was in the hospital, and everything I knew was changing all over again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoieGasch/1678460/</link>
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			<title>Sleep</title>
			<description>every night i sit hereand every night it becomes clearlike a glass of water&amp;nbsp;i can see through myselfit is here where decisions were madeit is here where bones were buriedit is here my soul ascends for the skyonly&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; here.can i tell you goodbyethe distance so shortbut the abyss ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZoieGasch/1678445/</link>
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			<title>Peace</title>
			<description>Ever since I left the mental institution I have been at peace, my mind and spirit are now at ease.</description>
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