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		<description>The original writings of author Sam</description>
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			<title>the lady in my oven loves the lady in my walls</title>
			<description>				Life crawled out of	my oven this morning and		slammed the door behind her.		&quot;It's all a scam,&quot; she said,		she breathed, (breath! oh how lungs	could so greedily inhale oxygen but		carbon monoxide could make her choke-)			&quot;It's all a sham, this Death business.&amp;nbsp;		He doesn't want to bargain. He..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitterfilth/2115647/</link>
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			<title>the poems i never got to read.</title>
			<description>i just wanted to read a damn book</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitterfilth/2109357/</link>
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			<title>gutter girl.</title>
			<description>she was&amp;nbsp;	a garbage girl		trash baby,holding hands and making friends	with the garbage mana daydream believer &amp;amp; a cocaine queenyellow-fingered sweet sixteen	&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitterfilth/2108266/</link>
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			<title>eternity.</title>
			<description>be my queen instead.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitterfilth/2107806/</link>
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			<title>mermaid</title>
			<description>sometimes i get to go Home.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitterfilth/2107739/</link>
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			<title>wanna-be b***h.</title>
			<description>i was one hell of an insecure teenager lmao</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitterfilth/2107519/</link>
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			<title>cliches.</title>
			<description>lovelorn girl, i amcounting the days and keeping time on my rib cagein rhythm with the sickness of my viscerathese bird bones have never left me light enoughto take flight-if i were vomiting sustenance instead of{pretty words} maybe i could walk on glassor greet the morning sun like Icarusinstead of..</description>
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