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		<description>The original writings of author Chloe</description>
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			<title>Smother</title>
			<description>You seek an explanation forMy silenceAnd I wish I could tell youIt's not because&amp;nbsp;I have nothing to sayBut becauseI've been madeTo believeThat what I have to sayIs nothing</description>
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			<title>Monsters</title>
			<description>I was afraid of youIn the same way&amp;nbsp;I was afraid of the darkYou were not dangerousAnd I knew thatBut there could have beenA billion monstersConcealed withinThat iniquitous voidAnd I didn't wantTo become one of them</description>
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			<title>Manic Pixie Dream Girl</title>
			<description>EventuallyYou'll grow tired of meIt's inevitable -I'm the secondary characterIn my own life storyThe Manic Pixie Dream GirlWith a drinking problemAnd a tragic backstory, butWhen the pink hair fadesAnd my humanity peeks throughYou'll see more&amp;nbsp;Than an exciting,Dimensionless tropeAnd humanity is e..</description>
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			<title>Shelter</title>
			<description>You made me feelAt homeBut when you leftI knew I had been foolishTo take shelterIn a personWith more doorsThan windows</description>
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			<title>Clean</title>
			<description>Ever since you leftI've washed my hands a lotNot to be cleanI know I will never be clean againBut at leastWhen I bite my nailsDown to the bloody quickI'll taste the acidity of cheap dish soapInstead of black coffee and nicotineAnd I can pretendIf just for a secondThat there's nothing left of youTo s..</description>
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			<title>Common Cold</title>
			<description>I'm sorryThat I cover my mouthWhen I speakLike the lunacy interwovenThroughout my wordsIs contagiousI just really don't wantTo get you sick</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thegaygatsby/1775752/</link>
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			<title>2 AM</title>
			<description>Maybe nothing can happenAfter 2 AMThat will change your mindBut you're almost doneWith that bottleAnd my car is almost out of gasSo let's seeWho crashes first</description>
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