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			<title>[Blog Sessions] Blind Epiphanies 101</title>
			<description>The most effective change is the kind we don't see coming. But what is&amp;nbsp;truechange? Is it the realization and execution of maturity? Or improvement of your position in life? However you define change, its significance comes from what you learned from it. I must say that the past few months have ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luci_unveiled/972092/</link>
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			<title>Spectrum of Darkness</title>
			<description>Moons go by and suns pass back and forth while I search for progress&amp;nbsp;I look for a change, I fight for an answer,&amp;nbsp;something to explain the illusion of permanent night.&amp;nbsp;I find smalls drip of light at the end of a child's smileA sort of solace in their innocence and unconditional want to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luci_unveiled/893962/</link>
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			<title>Bitter black Void</title>
			<description>Bitter black void that divides my hearts deeds from its desires. Keeps me awake at night, wondering how you've gotten this far.Im confused by how you think momentary phone calls empty cards and drive by visits are good enough For your own flesh and blood. Yet for some reason im pathetic for my ragin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luci_unveiled/878120/</link>
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			<title>That Day I Cross Your Mind</title>
			<description>To you, I'm often always transparent,so bittersweet how my presence doesn't move you. Too little too late I am now aware of how my words go unheard, my skin untouched. sure it took me a few years and a month of Sundays to realize enough is enough. But its okay karmas gonna do one hell of job..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luci_unveiled/878077/</link>
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			<title>The Opposite Side of the Tracks</title>
			<description>I've never sought after the type to attract attention, I myself prefer to camouflage into the background. Yet there's a painted vision in the back of my mind of a hand held happiness, a laughter in unison, the birth of a mutual affection. Its like swiping away a tainted reflection, the strea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/luci_unveiled/844619/</link>
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			<title>Untilted; For My Emma, The Rehabilitated. </title>
			<description>when you know what youre up against do the rules still apply?my intentions started out innocent,my intuition&amp;nbsp;clearbut vague circumstances led to&amp;nbsp;empty emotions,&amp;nbsp;leading to&amp;nbsp;the bottom of empty&amp;nbsp;botles and&amp;nbsp;empty nights,fighting empty battles, with empty judgements...</description>
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