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		<description>The original writings of author Faren</description>
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			<title>It's me holding the shackles</title>
			<description>Dear Husband,&amp;nbsp;The words get lost within me when you try to reach out. I pull deeper and the hate takes hold. I'm screaming and yet nothing comes out. I pull deeper. There are so many things that I want to say. So many things I'm afraid you won't understand. So many things I'm afraid you will. B..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quesadlm/1936374/</link>
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			<title>It Festers, Feeds, and Grips</title>
			<description>It festers in the far reaches of my mind&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A singular thought so foreign I cannot say that it is mine&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I push it away as if a small bug constantly buzzing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will not&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I cannot&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is no way&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It feeds off of hate. Hate, frustration,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quesadlm/1852941/</link>
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			<title>Drowning Slowly</title>
			<description>Water came up rushing against my bare skin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tingles shimmered through me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My heart fluttered with delight&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I leaned into the sensation begging for more&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;knowing I could have none&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another wave and I would drown&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Drown beneath the weight&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quesadlm/1851527/</link>
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			<title>Falling Back...</title>
			<description>You come to me once again&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the darkness of my mind&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To feed on unwanted thoughts&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the prison of your design&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Falling right back into you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once again you hold me down&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I forgot your sweet scent&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As I gasp for air an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quesadlm/1836019/</link>
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			<title>Letting Go...</title>
			<description>Hold me in your sweetest arms&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In your embrace I feel whole&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Full of holes you keep me down&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You will never let me go&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Push and pull and I give in&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Into your relentless voice&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dance again with me my love&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And let me have thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/quesadlm/1836018/</link>
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			<title>How do Broken Wings Fly</title>
			<description>The impending storm lingers on&amp;nbsp;Loss of words in the raging skyFeathers fall down the mountain&amp;nbsp;As slowly the waves climb high&amp;nbsp;High on the mountain into the night&amp;nbsp;Waves lap at feathers in delight&amp;nbsp;No way out, waiting to die&amp;nbsp;As broken wings refuse to fly&amp;nbsp;Fly into t..</description>
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