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		<title>.mate.feed.kill.repeat. | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author .mate.feed.kill.repeat.</description>
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			<title>No</title>
			<description>my brain is in a stateof absolute panic, heartracing a million milesper hour, hoping againstevery hope&amp;#2013266048;&quot;please, please,please (words to fuckingchoke on)&amp;#2013266048;&quot;tell me this can&amp;rsquo;t behappening to me, i&amp;rsquo;m not,i&amp;rsquo;m not, i&amp;rsquo;m notpregnant.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/490683/</link>
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			<title>Don't Ask, Don't Tell</title>
			<description>words collide at athousand miles anhour faster thanthe speed of light&amp;amp; leave an emptyspace against myheart.&amp;nbsp;i keep reminding younot to bring it up ifyou don&amp;rsquo;t want to knowbut&amp;nbsp;it gives me some sicksense of power when iknow&amp;nbsp;it&amp;rsquo;s hurtingyou.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/490682/</link>
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			<title>The Imperfect Art of Perfection</title>
			<description>&amp;amp; it's likeevery step i takejust pulls mefarther away from you.&amp;amp; no matter howhard i try to hold on,you're slipping out of myfingers.&amp;nbsp; like waterdripping from cuppedhands--imperfection.i can see youjust beyond my reachbut the edges areblurring. my heart beatsfor you,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/490681/</link>
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			<title>esta es la buena vida</title>
			<description>this is the good life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/469191/</link>
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			<title>Ultimatum</title>
			<description>for Devon</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/353818/</link>
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			<title>Moving On</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;s**t happens.dudes see naked chicks.life goes on.a/n:&amp;nbsp;I admit my mistakes but I am ready to move on.So, onward!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/288116/</link>
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			<title>Don't Stop</title>
			<description>God baby.  Please don't stop.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/287685/</link>
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			<title>explode</title>
			<description>best friends for never.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/277094/</link>
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			<title>explode - color formatted version</title>
			<description>best friends for never.  formatted version with color.  i like without color more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/277092/</link>
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			<title>Dying From the Inside Out</title>
			<description>nightmare</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/275839/</link>
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			<title>Arachnophobia</title>
			<description>nightmares</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/275838/</link>
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			<title>I Get It</title>
			<description>I f*****g get it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/275338/</link>
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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>in bad need of washing my hair</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/275337/</link>
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			<title>Mountain Dew &amp;amp; Gatorade</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your sweet Gatorade[fruit punch]lips clashwith my venomous Mountain Dew[lemon lime]tongue&amp;nbsp;thus procuring the statement&amp;ldquo;Mountain Dew and Gatorade do not mix.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;a/n:&amp;nbsp; [[stix+dev--&amp;gt;&amp;hearts;forever]]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/273548/</link>
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			<title>Welcome Back, Babycakes</title>
			<description>My fingers bounce off the keysslowly gaining speedas I think over the low rumbleof conversation in the classroom.&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t know where my thoughtsare going to take me,but they&amp;rsquo;ll wisk me awayon some new adventure when I allow them.&amp;nbsp;My poetry hasn&amp;rsquo;t worke..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/272429/</link>
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			<title>Vampyre</title>
			<description>darkness.alone.silent.As I listen to the ringing in my ears, I remember you do not know my pain; you do not understand my sorrow&amp;nbsp;Death.Is all around you.You can't escape it.Why do you so desperately run?Decay.Your body breaking down.Losing physical form.You can't fight i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/272383/</link>
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			<title>Suffer</title>
			<description>Honestly, I f*****g hate everything about you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/271301/</link>
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			<title>Domination</title>
			<description>femdom is overrated, anyway</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/271233/</link>
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			<title>Walls</title>
			<description>I //never fell apart; I just started to break.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/237234/</link>
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			<title>Can't</title>
			<description>Geometry homework</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/237233/</link>
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			<title>Worse Yet</title>
			<description>I let her die.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/237230/</link>
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			<title>I</title>
			<description>need to, but can't.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/220395/</link>
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			<title>Slow Motion</title>
			<description>Intersting: I'm hurting, but I'm not bleeding yet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/212480/</link>
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			<title>Sign In</title>
			<description>I'm so dependent upon our nightly conversation.  For Devon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/212472/</link>
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			<title>Exit 4</title>
			<description>I see familiar, yet somehow uncharted, highway stretching out in all the cardinal directions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/212469/</link>
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			<title>Without Him</title>
			<description>He's grounded for a week.  A poem for my boyfriend.  A little angsty.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/212464/</link>
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			<title>&amp;amp; You Don't Know</title>
			<description>&amp;amp; you DON'T know how i feel.  [our lady peace: i'd sell my soul, &amp;amp; you don't know how this feels.]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-stix-/163102/</link>
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