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		<description>The original writings of author ohsograceful</description>
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			<title>My Cell Phone is Never Charged</title>
			<description>He calls on me to stay the nightAnd when I rise with the sunTo face my godAll I can think of&amp;nbsp;Is that I will carry him with meBut without any piece of myselfBrought and left behindWill he remember me?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2462553/</link>
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			<title>When There is Nothing Else</title>
			<description>Have you ever been so sick that demons No longer Concern you?That when the clock strikes 3am and They awaken, You merely sigh, hunched over yourToilet bowl alter.I am not afraid of the unknown, but of thoseHorrors which now seem normal</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2157131/</link>
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			<title>Someone You'll Never Meet</title>
			<description>The bells on the door had been quiet for some time.The only patron of the bar was an older gentleman, his salt and pepper hairslightly disheveled. The air was still and the gin and tonic he nursed in hishands shook slightly as the condensation dripped onto the scarred wooden bartop. It was l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2107901/</link>
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			<title>Utopia</title>
			<description>my version, at least</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2104132/</link>
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			<title>Who I am to you</title>
			<description>A series of letters to my own mind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2060339/</link>
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			<title>Epileptic </title>
			<description>WIP</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2056528/</link>
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			<title>Son of Gray</title>
			<description>son of gray and all things holy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2019204/</link>
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			<title>a dream</title>
			<description>I'm posting this more for my own benefit, I wrote it to get it off my mind. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2010214/</link>
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			<title>Forgotten Woman</title>
			<description>finding happiness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2006883/</link>
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			<title>Your Hands</title>
			<description>a story in under 250 words</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2006618/</link>
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			<title>The Tempest</title>
			<description>What is worse, war or hell?Hell, of course.Then let me ask you, Who resides in hell?Sinners, I suppose.Exactly. Everyone in hell is guilty.War is the suffering of the innocent.Hell is empty, allthe devils are here.I wonder then,&amp;nbsp;who among us prays for the devil? Wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2004291/</link>
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			<title>All The Boys</title>
			<description>a work in progress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/2002115/</link>
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			<title>Learning Life's Lessons </title>
			<description>Life's a b*****d. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/1987421/</link>
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			<title>What It Means To Sink </title>
			<description>water fills everything</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/1982650/</link>
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			<title>To Others</title>
			<description>how many versions of you exist in the universe?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/1982645/</link>
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			<title>A Teenage Story</title>
			<description>that no one will hear</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/1981095/</link>
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			<title>The same old faces</title>
			<description>lit by the stained glass of an empty church</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/1981035/</link>
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			<title>Plague of a Woman-Girl </title>
			<description>thoughts on an experience that squeezes my chest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ohsograceful/1981007/</link>
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