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			<title>CHOOSE</title>
			<description>bismillah</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/1628831/</link>
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			<title>blood of sapien.</title>
			<description>only words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/723337/</link>
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			<title>there's too much talk of ghosts.</title>
			<description>simple. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/718553/</link>
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			<title>words, sick and congested, shouted.</title>
			<description>the may seventh of 2011,and without your ugly viewwhat way am I to look at this world?but before.&quot;you give your hands away,&quot;you said.&quot;rather them be around my neck.&quot;rather you get out from around my neck,kiss my nose and say,&quot;see you after class. I won't wake you when I come inI promise.&quot;just crawl ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/718338/</link>
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			<title>history reshits itself.</title>
			<description>I am not the eight-pack, ripped abs, Ryan-Reynolds existence, glossed over, under your fingernails and your stupid f*****g addict eyes. No more than a can of food for a Kant of Reason. &quot;Dozing,&quot; Henry Miller would say. &amp;nbsp;And everyone blinks. And &quot;everyone&quot; is &quot;everyone&quot; because the signifi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/714974/</link>
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			<title>get off the cross, the wood is needed.</title>
			<description>waking up in the same position I fell asleep in,but I just want to be the furrow in your brow,wanna be the mask you wearwhen you gotta get real serious&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; with real strangers.&quot;You can't make me talk.&quot;This can be so easy with the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/710033/</link>
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			<title>solemn's harrowing</title>
			<description>MICHELLE FOUCALT: ...was completely unrelated. But as for the captain... what exactly was the point of the whole venture?NG: Well, it had... it was actually kind of lacking in any real drive or purpose. &amp;nbsp;Well, there was drive. &amp;nbsp;Definitely that. &amp;nbsp;But it was blind. &amp;nbsp;Kind of like.....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/709567/</link>
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			<title>worn out weather.</title>
			<description>We struggle to grow from soils sown with glances in other directions,our hands bound by ropes,lovingly tied by whichever parent we choose to resent.I have never wanted more than what was offered.Like putting your hands in your coat pocketsto avoid putting them in my mouthand getting a good grasp on ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/709459/</link>
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			<title>weekend sex change.</title>
			<description>do I put &quot;none?&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/708006/</link>
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			<title>liege.</title>
			<description>nothing, really.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/705242/</link>
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			<title>the end of our rope is a noose.</title>
			<description>Ervin raised his hand up as he walked through the narrow door frame.&amp;nbsp; Balling a fist, he looked so distraught as he told us that there wasn't any art left.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Saw the chalk outline myself. Dead is dead.&quot;&amp;nbsp;From across the room, smoking what was left of the spliff between her tiny..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/705146/</link>
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			<title>I know what a f*****g lion is!</title>
			<description>should have stayed inside and blinked.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/705125/</link>
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			<title>crux.</title>
			<description>who calls so loudly?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/705124/</link>
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			<title>andare in bianco</title>
			<description>just a sample for tired eyes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/705121/</link>
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			<title>libertine dissolves.</title>
			<description>everyone's dressing you up, dumbin' you out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/705116/</link>
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			<title>let this be but a scar on your hands to remind you of wearing chains.</title>
			<description>if my eyes were a PC, my dignity would be the office chair. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k.edward.warmoth/705109/</link>
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			<title>songs for weddings.</title>
			<description>seeing god every time you makeout with a bar tramp.</description>
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