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		<description>The original writings of author Stephanie</description>
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			<title>Purgatory</title>
			<description>Kinda going through it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2147145/</link>
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			<title>A Happy Ending</title>
			<description>I feel okay. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2123633/</link>
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			<title>Cosita Rica</title>
			<description>No ser&amp;aacute;s el &amp;uacute;ltimo Pepsi ColaPero eres el &amp;uacute;nico por ahoraY quiero ver de qu&amp;eacute; somos capacesEntonces vamos tocando las bases </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2123368/</link>
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			<title>Rock &amp; A Hard Place</title>
			<description>c'est la vie et ses cons&amp;eacute;quences</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2119575/</link>
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			<title>Pobre Diabla</title>
			<description>Mejor sola que mal acompa&amp;ntilde;adaPero por ti, mi coraz&amp;oacute;n crea el espacioBien supiste como manipularmeY yo de ingenua y loca enamoradaTe recog&amp;iacute; con brazos abiertosMientras me acuchillabas por la espalda y lo llamabas cariciasYo, ilusionada, te cre&amp;iacute; porque te quer&amp;iacute;aMe hi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2094977/</link>
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			<title>A Present for the Present</title>
			<description>Not everything needs to be figured out. Some things can simply be. And we can learn to simply enjoy them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2089479/</link>
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			<title>Alive</title>
			<description>A poem on the intricacies of life.

While working on the first half, most of it flowed while listening to ...Here's to you by Cartographer.
The second half, was helped with Custer by Slipknot.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2088476/</link>
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			<title>Ambivalence</title>
			<description>&quot;I'm not angry anymore... well, sometimes I am. I don't think badly of you... well, sometimes I do.&quot; - Paramore</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2083484/</link>
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			<title>Hell-bent</title>
			<description>Devil on my shoulderAnd no Angel in sightBut since it's up to meI'll take the Devil for tonight</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2083116/</link>
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			<title>O (pt. 2)</title>
			<description>When the solitude kicks in, it kicks hard.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2082944/</link>
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			<title>Demons Play Games Too</title>
			<description>The music - although melodic - is dauntingIt plays on an infinite loopJust loud enough for me to hearBut no one elseIt tortures meWhile drawing me in for moreAll at onceAnd then not at allPerhaps it's masochism:Being nostalgic for a game I used to playWhere cold metal kissed ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2082582/</link>
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			<title>O</title>
			<description>My life is chaos, occasionally interrupted with sweet moments of serenityMy non-existent sleep scheduleThe hectic night shifts with a frequent dash of death and dying(A warm hand caresses my face)Surrounded by loud, angry voices of a dysfunctional family(A velvety voice soothes the edges of the nois..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redrumkisses/2080123/</link>
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			<title>Fire</title>
			<description>Playing with fire is fun and games until it consumes you and all that is left are remnants of who you were before you got burned.</description>
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