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			<title>pillow for hands</title>
			<description>just a little loverstruck poem is all for today</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tearsandboquets/3130263/</link>
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			<title>to ruin a painting</title>
			<description>wish upon the stars for the touch to fade,&amp;nbsp;the imprint forever bleeding into the watercolors of my soulmix salt into my once perfect palette, the tangy smell of shedding tears rest upon my nose,and if your touch shall ever come backmay i be gone, naught to experience it once morefor your hands ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tearsandboquets/3120568/</link>
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			<title>spilled crayon box.</title>
			<description>Red used to be one of my favorite colors.Cherries, apples, strawberries, cartoon mushrooms, ring pops, candy.Everything pretty was red. Pretty was always something I&amp;rsquo;ve wanted to be.Red is an untouchable beauty in the modern day.Roses, hearts, love.Love was always something I&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tearsandboquets/2931756/</link>
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			<title>beg to starseek.</title>
			<description>I stare blank, empty.The ceiling has become a familiar sight, the bland color seeping into my vision.It&amp;rsquo;s become harder to breathe, as if my lungs close in.Your blissful ignorance saves you.Shall I rip out my heart show you may gaze into the empty space in my chest? Or will you act as ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tearsandboquets/2931755/</link>
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			<title>sing me to sleep.</title>
			<description>when i die, find me in the music.&amp;nbsp;ill be in the notes, the melodic playing of the guitar.&amp;nbsp;the soft sounds of the bells, the voice crack in the singer's voice.&amp;nbsp;that one wrong note that you hate hearing but love finding.&amp;nbsp;find me in the music.&amp;nbsp;the daydream of me will persist ev..</description>
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