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		<description>The original writings of author Coccinellidae</description>
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			<title>blades</title>
			<description>Tending to my wounds, with graceI put my own hand on my heart, instead of yoursYou remember, the picture we tookof your handon my heartYour hand had been harvesting blades all along.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coccinellidae/1932014/</link>
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			<title>therapy</title>
			<description>It's been a monthI'm still cryingit burnsit achesI had therapy todayshe told me to let the waves of pain hitlet them wash over meand to stop associating them with youand what I think I lostand to just call them what they arePanicFearSadnessHurtGrief&quot;Walk into the pain,&quot; she said.So I'm going to prac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coccinellidae/1932005/</link>
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			<title>broken eyes</title>
			<description>I once told you that I had broken eyesI was referring to my bodymy body. of which we spoke so muchso intimatelyof which I allowed you to tasteand seeand feel from the inside.I loved that you loved my bodymy scarsI loved that you loved my wordsbroken eyesyou found it poeticand I loved itloved you.Wha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coccinellidae/1931898/</link>
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			<title>typing scars</title>
			<description>if you have apropensityto want to go back and deletethe words you writeyou should probably avoidtyping on soulsand heartsI love you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coccinellidae/1931897/</link>
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			<title>We had a good run...</title>
			<description>Finally cut the last proverbial umbilical cord that is still being on your fathers cell phone plan at the age of 32 with the following farewell letter. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coccinellidae/1930371/</link>
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			<title>unwelcome</title>
			<description>memories flashgrainy andyellowas if from anold film on the screen of my mind&amp;nbsp;i forget what i wasdoingmy heartforgetshow it wasbeating&amp;nbsp;the stillframe i used to holdandcherishis now an intrusion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coccinellidae/1930367/</link>
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			<title>respite</title>
			<description>if there&amp;rsquo;s onething i&amp;rsquo;m grateful for it&amp;rsquo;s that imet you in marchbefore itstarted raining&amp;nbsp;everythingreminds me of youeverything&amp;nbsp;but the rainthat&amp;rsquo;s stillminejust mine&amp;nbsp;and each dayas it rolls in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Coccinellidae/1930366/</link>
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