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			<title>Divisively Disenchanted</title>
			<description>You see us escapein the only wayWe&amp;rsquo;ve learntTo express the painOf a system that&amp;rsquo;s failed usAnd you rebrand itCall it to blameFor the soaring disenchantmentFight for survive mentalities brought on by the very deprivationFor which we need this reliefAnd you ban it I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conceited_cats/2800819/</link>
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			<title>Who Am I, Mister?</title>
			<description>Indignant men have told me Too many timesThat I am not who they believed me to beFor me to ignoreSo I questionAm I the person I thought I was?And then I realiseThey mean passiveThey believed me to be passiveDoor mattish I&amp;rsquo;m ever so sorry I step on your egoThe depth of you..</description>
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			<title>Donny Adolescences</title>
			<description>I made a friend todayHe is darker and deeperThan the &amp;lsquo;depths&amp;rsquo; of the seaAnd he take the pain away(He) keeps my beast at bayHe is my coral reefCruel and twistedHe protects my beach No one but meSee&amp;rsquo;s his sweet reliefThe sound of the shoreIn his slow heart b..</description>
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			<title>A Right of Trauma</title>
			<description>I was 14I was 14 and I was passed outHigh on weed and cheap wineAnd you still put your dick in meAnd every time I doubt myselfAnd every time I tell myselfIt was meMe and my underage promiscuityThat lead me and a man a decade older than me (to)..That I wanted it just as much as he....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conceited_cats/2800793/</link>
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			<title>Infertilehood </title>
			<description>I have ended relationshipsWith men so destined &amp; desperateTo become fathers Because I couldn&amp;rsquo;t live with myself Causing this same ache in their soul</description>
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			<title>Privilege Pains</title>
			<description>We played with pain,As all privileged children do.It was a mystery,This deep emotional intensity.A kind of pain we thought we may have feltBut knew we&amp;rsquo;d never really feltAnd wished we&amp;rsquo;d never have to.</description>
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