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			<title>Mountains </title>
			<description>This is a rambling, I talk a little bit about my experiences visiting Washington State last September. This is a poem about escapism from the eyes of a man in his early 20s (me)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/3130393/</link>
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			<title>Birds</title>
			<description>This is about a bird species that went extinct in 1987</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/3123911/</link>
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			<title>Faith</title>
			<description>Its a battle between not having and having faith</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/3123534/</link>
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			<title>The Unforgiving West</title>
			<description>This is a frontier story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/3122173/</link>
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			<title>Comfort</title>
			<description>The room has no walls,No windows,No foundation,No roof,Just a room of void,A single door,But he refuses to walk out,He has always wanted someone to hear his pleas,A calling,But what if someone does open the door for him to leave?Will he?&amp;nbsp;This is all he has ever known,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/3121507/</link>
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			<title>A dreadful Haiku</title>
			<description>The air is cold its freezing wind like piercing ice,The sting of a something being burnt frozen,Air pressure taking up these small confined walls,Stones the color of obsidian that is the foundation of this realm,It feels lost, isolation, abandonment, betrayal, hypocrisy....... evil&amp;nbsp;At the cente..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/3121053/</link>
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			<title>Duty and self sacrifice </title>
			<description>There he was upon his exhausted stead,The chinks in his armor,Dread in his eyes as he has witnessed his brethren cut down in battle,The comrade he held in his arms the morning before,Massive gargantuan naval ships upon the shore,The sound of the horns the mere thought.... the sound sends him into sh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/3121012/</link>
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			<title>cant think of a title for this</title>
			<description>Poetry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/3120805/</link>
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			<title>Season Blue </title>
			<description>Grief, Existentialism, Melancholy </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/2987366/</link>
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			<title>The deep green sea</title>
			<description>Solitude </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/2963935/</link>
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			<title>The New World</title>
			<description>Ramblings about yearning for the old world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someguy771/2963812/</link>
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