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			<title>One More Day</title>
			<description>I have often thought about how life would be had God let you stayThere is only one wish I would want and that is just one more dayOne day isn't asking for much but it's more than I have right nowOne last hug would be amazing to me my simple request if you would just allowI know it's not ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/2026058/</link>
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			<title>Nightmare</title>
			<description>What I was feeling during a riot, while having a stroke at a juvenile prison I worked at.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1862520/</link>
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			<title>Self Destruct</title>
			<description>Just thoughts of why I destroy everything good around me. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1857795/</link>
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			<title>Scars</title>
			<description>Visible scars are often seen as a scary sightIt doesn't matter if they're from an accident or a fight.It's easier for people to point, cringe, or whisper when they speakRather than asking or hearing their stories, they just call em freaks.Scars are just signs of a person's strength Bad..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1854478/</link>
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			<title>Just a Novelty </title>
			<description>Sometimes my mind goes to a deep dark placeDarker than a moonless night or outer spaceAll it takes is to see her amazing faceAnd instantly I am taken to a happier placeHer eyes look into the depths of my soul Causing me to lose every bit of controlI long to feel her soft warm touch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1830416/</link>
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			<title>The End</title>
			<description>Self explanatory.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1826490/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>Lost in a world where I don't belong I can still hear her voice saying please be strongThis world is crazy or maybe it's just meEverything moves so fast making it hard to seeI want to run to a place far awaySomewhere peaceful and quiet is where I'll stayAlone and isolated in a room..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1824498/</link>
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			<title>Irish Dream</title>
			<description>All I will say about this poem is that it may or may not be about a real person in my life.  ;-) </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1807891/</link>
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			<title>Searching</title>
			<description>Searching for love everyday of my life I often settle for less causing much strifeThe battle within between anger, hate and loveA constant terror that I want no part of Anger and hate begin to fill the growing voidAngry at nothing becoming more paranoidA basic instinct ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1803325/</link>
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			<title>Ten Years</title>
			<description>I couldn't sleep one night and had so many thoughts of regret running through my mind.  I just started writing them down.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1784542/</link>
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			<title>Locked Up</title>
			<description>Someone asked me to describe my panic and anxiety disorder and this what I came up with.  Was written shortly before I was told I had prostate cancer. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1708896/</link>
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			<title>My Favorite Christmas</title>
			<description>A story about Santa and a Mother's love for her children. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Damonc23/1697987/</link>
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