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			<title>Friend</title>
			<description>			Tears line the faces, lips bittenkindly For all of the traces, they hold dearer than all of this terrible happiness.As they approach the dawn, holding onso strongly,&amp;nbsp;The hopes in their heads, the night was so bitter,The whisperingdread goes on and between them,They ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McNamara/1108084/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Excerpt from something that I'm writing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McNamara/1106829/</link>
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			<title>The Party</title>
			<description>Twas a good night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McNamara/891767/</link>
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			<title>Etching</title>
			<description>Internal and external Isolation for better or worse, reflection in certain conditions, memories, morality, stages of change.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McNamara/891694/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>This holds a great sadness for myself, but also great joy and it is probably the one piece of writing I'm most eager to share for whatever reason.  Thank you for the opportunity. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McNamara/889042/</link>
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			<title>Contorted Metal Wings</title>
			<description>			I step to kick in flight upon contortedmetal wings,Held afloat with handles and spokes forfancy of intrepid flings.I ride through shapes of black and blue, of subtle and delirious waters, In kingdoms of sand, I can count in handthe times in which I'll falter.I th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McNamara/889037/</link>
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			<title>The Old World/Neighbours</title>
			<description>			Findyourself up on my street you can guarantee a fracture,Ofthe skull of the heart or mind,&amp;nbsp;Ofall this street can manufacture.Tornaway like mist and spun along my intertwinesOfharking, screeching terraces their sources undefined.Ofall the darling lives..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McNamara/889032/</link>
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			<title>City Streets</title>
			<description>			I hold your hand and whisper sweetly, almost passing and discreetly,All the words I wish to scream,Above the town and the city streets,To the horizon and the sky it meets,And I'll wake the sun from its slumber,to renew this date, ignite a number,This emblazoned early ris..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/McNamara/889021/</link>
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