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		<description>The original writings of author lostintheworld</description>
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			<title>porch swing</title>
			<description>something for my mom..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/281399/</link>
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			<title>Rousing</title>
			<description>naked yo
its the way to go</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245983/</link>
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			<title>ashes</title>
			<description>blah blah f*****g blah</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245973/</link>
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			<title>Carnie</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;All those voices,sing a round,a sing-songy roundin her head.&amp;nbsp;The gravitron refrainsof what is said,lost in acarnival of&amp;nbsp;thoughts.It's easy to getturned about,a whirling girlwith a sing-songround in her head.Looking over hershoulder at those yesterday..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245969/</link>
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			<title>graffiti</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Seeking my originI'm bounding in and out of puddles,masquerading in mirrors,pacing the abandoned tracks,circumventing my past,teetering on the curbsthat are almost home.&amp;nbsp;I sit on the top of the steps,debating the consequencesof moving up and falling down...like..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245963/</link>
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			<title>reverse peristalsis</title>
			<description>She was always Seeking the paragon Of purity Knowing it was preposterous. But in her distorted mind Intellect was Waisting aweigh. Nothing was ever gained Except deception In the form of a gold coin Worn round her neck Signifying the accomplishment Of keeping it down. And..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245959/</link>
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			<title>gather ye rosebuds...</title>
			<description>sun glowing throughpetals, affixed underplastictransparent and pressed,dried and arrangedaesthetically, artfully,posing like Christmas tree angels.to remind you of the placein your novel or make yourpewter frame cheery.stifling beauty to suit purpose.snipped after blooming,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245955/</link>
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			<title>septembers son</title>
			<description>Seeping into me every year as the September sun fades seductively subtle dancing around me, like a shop girl, persisting, insisting but I'm resisting her pleas to changeI become me the wilted withering wallflower that doesn't quite blend...amongst the Lilies, a real tum..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245945/</link>
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			<title>ode to deodorant</title>
			<description>under the arm[our] delicate seething souls roam free pungent and ripe from a hollow pit shouldering the weight of guilt, fear responsibility bearing down covered up and dispassionate yet you glide in smooth strong enough for a man but made for ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245936/</link>
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			<title>Tuning In</title>
			<description>Seeking translations otherwise impalpable The surrogate satellite&amp;rsquo;s stationary spins Stop Cautiously clashing in colors SplashingMergingMeldingFusing To the collective we I Autopilot.engaged.propelling.me.straight.forward With the flip of a switch... The empty orbs are gone I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245933/</link>
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			<title>evanesce</title>
			<description>my weight over the years... haha so f*****g cliche. another stupid girl worried about her weight...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245930/</link>
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			<title>sleep</title>
			<description>She is an elusive w***e- Comes and goes as she pleases, But rarely pleases Me. Sneaking in and out- Surreptitious and cunning, Meanwhile my mind is running On empty. But still I wait for her... Seeking fruition Of the torrid affair I know is possible. &amp;nbsp;You dirty w***..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245925/</link>
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			<title>stifling femininity</title>
			<description>Scantily clad, they areTemptresses parading by-Insinuating sexuality gives them power...Flaunting, begging,Lusting for love and affection, Instead of thinking for themselves.Negating their predecessors, slowlyGrating the framework for&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Femininity that took years to buil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245918/</link>
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			<title>Impure acts of retribution</title>
			<description>Infected with your games of Manipulation and seduction Professing pleasure when it's really power- I am Unclean and seeking redemption, Reparations for the acts that left me Empty and licentious, with an Anger that breeds self destruction... Chastised by those who don't understand the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245917/</link>
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			<title>Raw materials</title>
			<description>Risking themselves time andAgain under patriarchal dominationWomen are reduced to rawMaterials, possessions, objects...All the while we debate gender rulesThat limit individuality and choice-Emphasizing compulsory heterosexuality, when what weReally need is a resuscitation of sexual ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245916/</link>
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			<title>Swell</title>
			<description>My resistance was swellingheld downmy mind is fading now...I see it happening-I've been here before.BeforeBeforeMy resistance was swelling,or at least I think it was... maybe it's rage. I'm a little unclear, or maybe unfocused... how did I get here? was it one drink or two and who ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245915/</link>
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			<title>Tales of the Raping Woods</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When our eyes metI heard your cries- roars rumbling round ripping ruckusamong the golden skirt of leaves that twirls along the forest floors; The forest I fought to escape...In an instant, brought back toSkies screaming silver torrents down beating bruises into our limb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/245913/</link>
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			<title>Borrowed Time</title>
			<description>i need a better title...
otherwise
this comes off like my confessions from my black book .. ha</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meherwei/73063/</link>
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