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			<title>Living Room Thoughts</title>
			<description>Here I sit, in the darkness of the living room on an air mattress 3/4 of the way filled, watching you watch me.I sit here begging to have my voice heard, though not a sing vibration passes through my lips to your ears.I guess I&amp;rsquo;d just hoped that I wouldn't have to scream or whisper and that yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eedejay/2016235/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>Sometimes we meet the one and we let them slip past our fingers. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eedejay/2016223/</link>
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			<title>Ox Blood`</title>
			<description>Deep, dark, beautiful red.Deep, dark, beautiful world.Deep, dark, beautiful leaves.Deep, dark, beautiful season.Deep down under your skin,There lies the demon who makes you sin.Yet, what is sin without religion?Just a terrible act they say must be forgiven.Maybe, it's just a horrid act with no conse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eedejay/1850615/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>I've gone mad with the idea of you.I tried to imagine you doing stupid s**t,Yet even in my imagination nothing you do is dumb.And you're still f*****g cute even when we're both high as hell&amp;nbsp;And I really wanna f**k you.It's not even just about f*****g you.It's about getting you to notice me;Not ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eedejay/1844678/</link>
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			<title>Summer</title>
			<description>The sweet smell of summer.&amp;nbsp;The feeling of the hot air consuming you.&amp;nbsp;Sweat droplets form on your face.You brush them back into your hair,Not a single strand out of place.We run into the car and you turn on the AC.After a while we get too cold and open the window.The outside air is no longe..</description>
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