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		<description>The original writings of author ashley.centers</description>
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			<title>Haiku</title>
			<description>Cocoons fall so hardLines cross, love sways and teetersCan you keep secrets?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/993491/</link>
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			<title>Haiku</title>
			<description>She&amp;rsquo;ll drownhim out.Dancing queen</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/993490/</link>
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			<title>Happy Fathers Day</title>
			<description>My earliest memories of youare leaving to work somewhere elseand coming home again, drunk.Passing out in the bathtub, fully&amp;nbsp;clothed, water running, and mom screaming. Drinkto your hearts content. We&amp;rsquo;re not fools.Cherubs in witches hats, candy,and cartoon characters knocking downthe door. ..</description>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>There lives the sweetest ignorance deep inside lieslike a parent giving consolation during a hurricanebecause sin is easy on the conscious when nobody believes inheaven or hell.Grey matter, brains neither black nor white,gasping for air in a world wher..</description>
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			<title>Six Words</title>
			<description>Late night conversations produce unrequited love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/993486/</link>
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			<title>Stream of Conscious</title>
			<description>Uncomfortable. Thoughtsrush through the spin cycle.Secrets hold the tongue of the skepticand faith keeps the bottle from the handsof the steadfast believer. Head and heartare as the angel is to the fire. This can&amp;rsquo;t be.She is her own worst ene..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/993485/</link>
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			<title>Mind Buzzing</title>
			<description>Life is circles and when onlychange is constant we find ourselveswith pounding hearts and our mindsthrust into hyperspeed. Overdrive.Bodies tremble, concerned onlywith the past. Eyes to the future.Dreams be dreams.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/993483/</link>
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			<title>Searching</title>
			<description>Lost. Walking in the woodspraying to the heavens above for a clear mind, some spirit. Glass pierces skin, rush of blood.&amp;nbsp;Euphoria. The body is numb. Mind is sharp, shattered. Rubbing alcohol for the wound and a shot of whiskey to sen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/993481/</link>
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			<title>An Open Letter</title>
			<description>An open letter to the world about living with a disability </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/817747/</link>
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			<title>After the Storm</title>
			<description>She stands in front of the mirror.Broken hearted and bruised.Sweeps up shattered glass through deep breathes. Check on the children. Rock the baby back to sleep singingsweet lullabies. One day she swearsshe&amp;rsquo;ll be strong enough to break free.&amp;nbsp;Bursts of a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/749245/</link>
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			<title>For Derek</title>
			<description>When the news isn&amp;rsquo;t good and the doctor&amp;rsquo;s face turns somberthe answer is simple like determination to live is strongfor the man to young to die.&amp;nbsp;Cucumbers, eggplant, pumpkin growvibrant in the garden green fromspringtime showers. Change is easy..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/743051/</link>
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			<title>Thank You For Caring</title>
			<description>It begins with a meltdown.Talk me down. Let me cry.A kind word, and later questions.Questions that I don't have the answer to.It ends with bubbles.Spin me in circles. Make me laugh.Tell me everything is going to be alright, alright?Thank you for caring.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/735150/</link>
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			<title>Just Another Game Won</title>
			<description>The chime of the doorbell rings.Music pumps inside.BYOB is on the minds of the young, hardly innocent.There's not a sober body in the place.Slurred shouting fills the air.Booming laughter grabs attentionas spilled Budweiser poolsin shag carpet and across acid wash jeans.Burnt popcorn faces rejection..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/735147/</link>
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			<title>Family</title>
			<description>This is old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/735144/</link>
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			<title>Yesterday</title>
			<description>This is very short, but something nonetheless</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/734569/</link>
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			<title>To My Wheelchair</title>
			<description>Metal contraption, I dutifully climb into you each day asthe sun risesand drive your clunky frame through the hills of a crowdedcampusto face the questions and stares of the kindhearted andheartless.&amp;nbsp;I prefer you in short increments and, on weekdays only pleasebut ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/733685/</link>
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			<title>She Is Love</title>
			<description>Another short story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/733683/</link>
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			<title>Jane Austen and John Lennon in Heaven</title>
			<description>An imitation poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BurgandyBlowout/733555/</link>
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			<title>Already Gone</title>
			<description>It's supposed to be a mystery/suspense/romance. There are lots of secrets.</description>
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