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		<description>The original writings of author Aphitenza</description>
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			<title>8 May 2019</title>
			<description>This is the first poem I&amp;rsquo;ve written in a very long time and it&amp;rsquo;s about how I want to be wiped from this existence and reside in one of my own creation </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/2110172/</link>
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			<title>Me and all my mother&amp;rsquo;s children </title>
			<description>A poem to all my brothers and sisters </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/2072185/</link>
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			<title>I am not okay</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m feeling depro</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/2070027/</link>
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			<title>Revelation </title>
			<description>I give much more than I takeI do not favor being awake,&amp;nbsp;That taunting state of surreal slumberThe real moments reside within my dreamsI've found comfort in the illusionaryI tend to divert from mainstreamsAnd solacing artificial conceptsThe proof's in the eating;Why does it hurt when I breathe,I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1992276/</link>
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			<title>Hypothetical romance</title>
			<description>What our love would look like</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1946652/</link>
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			<title>The human condition</title>
			<description>In case of identity crisis</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1941633/</link>
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			<title>Gloom galore</title>
			<description>Where do I go when I don&amp;rsquo;t belong homeWhen infestations have overpowered me&amp;nbsp;Where do I go when I want some peaceWhere I can find some comfort and serenity &amp;nbsp;Where do I go when I can't move onAnd I can't ignore the prominent evidence&amp;nbsp;And who should I be if I&amp;rsquo;m underminedAnd ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1927603/</link>
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			<title>Hamartia</title>
			<description>hamartia
noun
-A fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1927250/</link>
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			<title>Oblivion</title>
			<description>A question to  what we do and don't know</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1925092/</link>
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			<title>Harakiri</title>
			<description>&quot;Ritual suicide by disembowelment with a sword, formerly practised in Japan by samurai as an honuorable alternative to disgrace or execution.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1921570/</link>
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			<title>Frieda Kahlo</title>
			<description>Tribute to Magdalena Frieda Kahlo Y Calder&amp;oacute;n Incar</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1896290/</link>
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			<title>The house of lies</title>
			<description>After death</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1858100/</link>
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			<title>Everyman</title>
			<description>Sweet sweet serenity&amp;nbsp;Is but a myth in this day and age&amp;nbsp;For man has no sovereignty&amp;nbsp;Only the need for strife and rage&amp;nbsp;I gave him all the glory&amp;nbsp;Handed on a silver plate&amp;nbsp;But he found no satisfaction&amp;nbsp;Distortion pervaded his face&amp;nbsp;I gave man infinite power&amp;nbsp;Of a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1858097/</link>
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			<title>Sleep paralysis</title>
			<description>I get sleep paralysis a lot, so I asked my mom about it and looked it up- apparently its theoretically caused by anxiety or in another case by an evil presence. I honestly believe it's a bit of both.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1858095/</link>
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			<title>What is life?</title>
			<description>Just the way i see it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aphitenza/1846162/</link>
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