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			<title>The Unconscious </title>
			<description>I stood, outside myselfHolding my heart in one handAnd my head up with the other.I stared into the dead eyesOf my own soulAnd just then the world wasTurned sideways.Shaken like a snow globe, I begin a free fall Through the snow,Through the city lights,And with each new brea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dookiedung/1808207/</link>
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			<title>The Seconds</title>
			<description>If all we have, are the seconds it takes to fall. If all we have, are the memories that flash. If all we have, is till the sun sets. If all we have, are the seconds between breaths, then I want you to take my breath away. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dookiedung/1808190/</link>
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			<title>Life Cycles</title>
			<description>The stars are merely a reflection of ourselvesProjecting their past and present towards othersAnd born in a strange atmosphere of gassesThat blend just the perfect amount of balance and pressure. These atoms fuse together in perfect harmony just as the way we are fertilized. If we are re..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dookiedung/1808188/</link>
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			<title>The Time Between Beats</title>
			<description>The human heart doesn't skip beatsThere are simply empty spacesTo remind us we need to live,It's a short glimpse into the soulAnd our eyes are the window,you're my door. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dookiedung/1808184/</link>
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			<title>The Desire To Surface</title>
			<description>My shadow has told me all the loneliest stories of myself. He spent hours talking to me, telling me how I should feel. If you must know, this is what scares me most. I'm scared I don't feel for myself. I think there is a constant war between who I am and who I'm meant to be. I'm never sure of ho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dookiedung/1806473/</link>
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			<title>The Silhouette  </title>
			<description>Your silhouette dances on the back of my eyelids,jumping from one ceiling fan blade to the other,Escaping the infiniteonto a bed of roses,And then I woke up.</description>
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