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			<title>I'm just a face.</title>
			<description>I am just a face.I will disappearwith gray eyesand a black shirtand memoriesthat no one remembers me in.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosuchsafety/914259/</link>
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			<title>As you fall to the floor.</title>
			<description>I looked at myselfand collapsed,using my hands to try and tear apart the floorand punching my mind for making me think this,punching my mind for stabbing my heart.But I was standing,looking around,wondering when I got here,when I started to&amp;nbsp;not be good enough.I want to be better.I want to be go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosuchsafety/896386/</link>
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			<title>I haven't said it yet, but I love you.</title>
			<description>&quot;I can feel your heart beat,&quot; I whisper,nervous that whatever comes out of my mouth shouldn't.&quot;I can feel my heart beat, too,&quot; he smiles, then scrunches his eyebrows.&quot;But, strangely, I can't feel yours...&quot;I think about saying something like,'Maybe I'm a robot,'&amp;nbsp;or'I told you I was a ghost.''Per..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosuchsafety/859139/</link>
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			<title>You didn't expect that to stay, did you, darling?</title>
			<description>for the contest, What is the color of impossible?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosuchsafety/853020/</link>
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			<title>Rimmed with something like ash.</title>
			<description>I'm on fire,but I can't feel it around my eyes anymore.It's a problem.I'm a problem.There it is, on the tips of my fingers, brushing against my hips, licking my lips,&amp;nbsp;telling me that I need to go do something.&amp;nbsp;Do anything.Before I burn someone....nope. Nope, there it isstill.&amp;nbsp;Making m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosuchsafety/852924/</link>
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			<title>It's interesting to think you'd ever like me.</title>
			<description>I used to look at you behind sunglasseswhile the rest of the world looked through me.You saw nothing.I used to glance your way in a cafeteria that smelled of melted cheese,back when I didn't know you,but I wanted to,and you neverevereversaw me.I used to wish I had the courage to walk up and say hell..</description>
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