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			<title>Greetings from Gent</title>
			<description>Musings after a week alone in a foreign country. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2142645/</link>
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			<title>Atlas</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;restubborn as a mule, they said.Just like your father before you.He too heldthe world upon his shoulders, heavy and proud.Never oneto admit the weight of the world was too much.You try,like him, to keep it aloft your narrow frame. It&amp;rsquo;s crushingyour spine..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2079221/</link>
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			<title>Three Night Weekends</title>
			<description>I sigh coffee-stained breathKiss your cheek,and we roll out of bed at four pm.The grand world will not remember our little moments.In the morning,In the night.And though I may wander far,I will keep you near,But only in these fragmented thoughtsof a time that time forgot.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2068906/</link>
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			<title>Undercover(s).</title>
			<description>Rewind and rebound.</description>
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			<title>Obligated</title>
			<description>I'll be home next weekend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2067319/</link>
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			<title>Ensnared</title>
			<description>A poem about a brief encounter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2067316/</link>
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			<title>Apathetic</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Your apathy scares me.&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2026486/</link>
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			<title>Bus Stop Blues</title>
			<description>A windmill rotates slowly in my worldview.There&amp;rsquo;s an acrid burning welcomed into my throat, my lungs!Clouds of smoke in grey and black And the headlights that pass between them Blink on, blink off andSneak back home.Those things will kill you, you know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2026423/</link>
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			<title>Midge(t)s</title>
			<description>A brief comedy scene from an unwritten play, as of yet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2022652/</link>
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			<title>Relapse, Rinse, Repeat</title>
			<description>14 months.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2017109/</link>
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			<title>Trying to Seuss it All Out </title>
			<description>My brain likes to think.It thinks in the day, it thinks in the night.It thinks in the dark, it thinks in the light.It thinks when I&amp;rsquo;m rested, it thinks when I&amp;rsquo;m stressed.It thinks when I&amp;rsquo;m tired, it thinks when I&amp;rsquo;m depressed.My brain likes to think, it likes it a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2013609/</link>
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			<title>An Empty Ode to Love</title>
			<description>I won&amp;rsquo;t &amp;ldquo;change my mind&amp;rdquo;, but thank you all the same.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niamhabbott/2009470/</link>
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			<title>Dissection</title>
			<description>A poem about being objectified.</description>
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