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		<description>The original writings of author Wildheart</description>
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			<title>Manifesto</title>
			<description>When we fall in love it is a wholly internal process that other people do not see.  Sometimes people do not accept what we feel.  Sometimes we ourselves do not know how to accept it either.</description>
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			<title>Gag</title>
			<description>The inaccuracies of the male gaze.</description>
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			<title>63 days</title>
			<description>The exact amount of days it took for one life to end and another to begin.
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			<title>Cuba</title>
			<description>About a girl.  About a night.  About a memory.</description>
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			<title>Love in a time of cholera:fastforward</title>
			<description>Seperating from my husband was intense ...Garcia Marquez infers that lovesickness is a disease comparable to cholera. I would agree.
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			<title>my left paw</title>
			<description>I have a small left hand - it is my favourite and very delicate.  This is an ode to it's charms.</description>
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			<title>Barthes the agoraphobe</title>
			<description>Too much time indoors over the new year left me wondering what could make me go outside again and who would read the semiotics of my soul</description>
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			<title>My Worst Sundays</title>
			<description>A regretful time spent with a man who thought I was his posession to do with what he wished...</description>
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			<title>3 hours cheating ecstasy</title>
			<description>a thought on two encounters with one man - the first and the last, many months apart</description>
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