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			<title>Unfinished</title>
			<description>unfinished. &amp;nbsp;my life is tangled with untold, unfinished stories, threads just left - lost to the wind,&amp;nbsp;flailing&amp;nbsp;frantically, fretting as if there is somewhere to go in a hurry, as if to not escape holds an eminent destructive end. but their flickering is a reminder of the life they ho..</description>
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			<title>the places you go</title>
			<description>you go somewhere beautiful, filled with life, stained with light, beating-breathing alive, a place where day is still, where night is warm and bright. you sit, unmoved-- waiting calmly, soaking in the humming buzz of the quiet, it is a symphony to your ears, it is a breath--a depth, that soaks deep ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writtenfor/881744/</link>
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			<title>Shame</title>
			<description>Breathing becomes like drowning, life becomes a curse that doesn't seem worth living and the very blood that pumps through your veins seems to have turned to poison. Darkness spreads rapid like a cancer, etching itself into the stitching of your being. &amp;nbsp;Hope is nowhere to be found, running is p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writtenfor/837765/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>heaven splits, it cracks, it divides from within, spilling out, crying out its glow of light--like a shattered&amp;nbsp;sieve&amp;nbsp;that pours forth life, she is illuminated, turned bright, swelling with soft gentle might. she holds me still, she holds me right--even still, as earth's corners cave and th..</description>
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