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			<title>Chances</title>
			<description>I try to pay attention to your continual significationto things that I don't readily appreciatethings that I don't think substantiateme.&amp;nbsp;Because I still am convinced that youwill tear my entirety&amp;nbsp;in to nothing. I can't bearto be wrong again, it's not fairthat eternal f*..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eiman/688456/</link>
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			<title>Your tree</title>
			<description>And I thought I was done so far gone&amp;nbsp;wouldn't go back not ever&amp;nbsp;but I guess I was so terribly wrong and now I'm here wondering how I ended in the one place I never wanted to be. And I know I could get myself outta here but you sewed the seed and it's hard to ignore the blossoming self doubt..</description>
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			<title>Not forgotten</title>
			<description>I realized that nearly all my writing seems to be about relationships...but only one really is. The rest are just seemingly so. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eiman/674084/</link>
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			<title>Ode to a computer</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;This metal and plasticserves me well.The light it shines encourages me.&amp;nbsp;And I feel amazingbecause 6 years laterI am at peace and writing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Love thyself</title>
			<description>Freezing my toes and fingersI pummel through the night neglecting the one thing I love more than lifeitselfBecause I have forgotten.&amp;nbsp;So I sit andlet my mind run and find excusesof why&amp;nbsp;I don't hold on to myselfand I circle around the lightwith a shield from lucifer.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eiman/673649/</link>
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			<title>Here I stand</title>
			<description>what i am and who i amis weak&amp;nbsp;I wont fight hard for myselffor youyet I couldn't imagine you wanting this&amp;nbsp;I know youbetter than you think I doand the sacrifices you Mad eare not disregardedcontrarily it makes me wonderwhy you don'tlet me help&amp;nbsp;A..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eiman/673622/</link>
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			<title>Walls of your memories</title>
			<description>Having you in front of me and never with me is why I am.I have not forgotten, though it may seem,but I hope you have.&amp;nbsp;It would never work,I walk alone with guilt,and you with memories.We would never work,and yet I see youand I take a walk down that roadagain.&amp;nbsp;I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eiman/673564/</link>
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			<title>simplicity</title>
			<description>Oh mediocracy, so simplewhy must you ruin the beauty of complexitywith your connivingintriquitefingers.&amp;nbsp;You are notdesiredacceptedor realistic.&amp;nbsp;Simplicityis not so simple.This created fallacy of poor, unhappy creaturesshould notpermeate reality.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>I walk alone with guilt</title>
			<description>What is itabout you that keeps me wondering.&amp;nbsp;I think I knowI think I know I think I knowand then it's gone.And you fade.But I know.&amp;nbsp;It's the opportunity never seizedover analyzed and&amp;nbsp;unavailedIt hurts badmaybe that's why it leavesself-preservation or some..</description>
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