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			<title>Side effects of Masochism</title>
			<description>In the hearses of my&amp;nbsp;damp gateways,&amp;nbsp;crucifying holesA spider web of fluids spreads&amp;nbsp;between your fingersWhile&amp;nbsp;I eagerly lick them off tasting myselfThe thoughts of lurking predators pushing meSide effects of obsessive masochismAnd&amp;nbsp;a tendency to provoke&amp;nbsp;violenceThe abunda..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KristinaX/2943927/</link>
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			<title>Two Werewolves. Loving causes wild pain.</title>
			<description>The trials of love. Sometimes they can tear you apart, transform you... You wake up after the full moon with blood all over you. And you just can't remember how it got there anymore. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KristinaX/2836577/</link>
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			<title>Repeat your sins...</title>
			<description>Satin fabric... wrap my hands, wrap my mouth.You know you want too.To own someoneWhat would you do?&amp;nbsp;No restrictions...And you&amp;nbsp;spit in my face, nothing.You force me to be everything.Everything happened,&amp;nbsp;nothing happened.You are&amp;nbsp;forgiven.And you are asked to repeat your sins.</description>
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			<title>I Don't Write Poems (with reading)</title>
			<description>I don't write poetry&amp;nbsp;...They spell Me,They&amp;nbsp;lead me&amp;nbsp;to themselves,They are my&amp;nbsp;teachers&amp;nbsp;...Obediently lying down under&amp;nbsp;my mind,They&amp;nbsp;carry words&amp;nbsp;from somewhere ...And&amp;nbsp;I take off&amp;nbsp;like a bird every time,not afraid&amp;nbsp;to fall. ..Listening to the azure si..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KristinaX/2828767/</link>
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			<title>Blood flows to your feet</title>
			<description>I like to faint with painAnd feel the weakness in the bodyI don't have that will powerSo I can rebel against youYou are proud, strong, beautiful, calm&amp;nbsp;The predatory look is rapaciousNot everyone is worthy of youInaccessibility is your thingYou are full of strength and passionA sparkling dagger ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KristinaX/2828399/</link>
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			<title>Your nurse...</title>
			<description>You asked me to be your nurse.To stitch your scars.But&amp;nbsp;I am still trying to stitch&amp;nbsp;mine.You&amp;nbsp;decide to cauterize&amp;nbsp;instead.Rising&amp;nbsp;from the flames of my desire.The demons fight&amp;nbsp;relentlessly.As&amp;nbsp;you try to break the chains.Writing&amp;nbsp;a new hymn book.Trying to listen&amp;nb..</description>
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