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			<title>Crown of Garland</title>
			<description>Three thousand miles away andAhead of me in time.You're there,Somewhere,Anywhere,Otherwise elsewhere.I breathe you;Your sinful tasteWeaving across time zones.I speak you;Your name is a primal languageThat only I can decipher.I smoke you;My lungs building upWith your heart and soul,And everything fee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allformsofgod/1545976/</link>
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			<title>fushfg</title>
			<description>im projected upon a blank screen.no shadows. no light.no voices nor soulsyet im under constantsurveillance from the graves beyond.and im floating,fleeting,falling apart.head boiling, bleedingand melting into an abyss.some lake of blood ortears;i dont know.chained,alone,and betrayed. my&amp;nbsp;body is ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allformsofgod/1545403/</link>
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			<title>sui33254cide</title>
			<description>tie the nooseas tight as you can.fasten it to the pipesdancing on ceiling.hang me in the boiler room.forgiven yet not forgotten.god forgive me.load up the shotgun shellsand fork over the dozensof prescribed sleeping pills.make it all go away.just a long eternal sleep.dreamless.to end this eternal ni..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allformsofgod/1545321/</link>
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			<title>The Adventures of Moon Beam and the Dream Warriors</title>
			<description>I woke up in the shackles of my nightmare,Unable to turn overOn the sweat drenched sheets.To weak to screamOr motion for help.Guilt is my oxygen,Powerless against fresh air.Dreams in slow motion,Dreams all too clear.Puzzle pieces and fragmentsFeaturing:The sun goddess and her golden hands,With pixie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allformsofgod/1545108/</link>
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			<title>btbrb264</title>
			<description>If anyone can guess what movie inspired this, I'm pretty sure we'll be best friends forever</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allformsofgod/1545101/</link>
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			<title>Benjamin Blackburn</title>
			<description>Murder ballad. Rehash of Poe and Cave</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allformsofgod/1544777/</link>
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			<title>The Replacement</title>
			<description>Stockholm Syndrome, tequila and erotic interrogation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/allformsofgod/1544774/</link>
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