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			<title>Time Has Come</title>
			<description>Take it as you will....</description>
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			<title>Crisscrossed</title>
			<description>May not mean anything to you but it is everything to me....</description>
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			<title>Impression</title>
			<description>There she stood,showering in the embers of deceit,tinted orangewith violent reds.A magnificent displayof benevolenttransgression.&amp;nbsp;The decaying tidings of good fortune thatdisappear into the wind of logic.Abstaining from the vulgarimpression of thedregs of which hersharpened tongueutters.The dam..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1397871/</link>
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			<title>Mirage</title>
			<description>Dreams are my inspirationand also my last escape.A mirage of limitless imagination.The solitary scenery thus farthriving unto a barren wasteland andmasquerading through the&amp;nbsp;pungent aroma ofshame.The stain of your desire iscast upon the banter of thevoices screaming and moaning&amp;nbsp;in your head..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1397866/</link>
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			<title>Mirror</title>
			<description>In the mirror she saw no recognition,no resonating desire of critical opinion.Only a veteran of substantial painwith a detachment of emotions...lost eyes...A spellbinding recollectionof a masterful massacreof ones beauty,personality...In the mirror there is truth.In the mirror there is the spatter o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1397860/</link>
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			<title>Time Has Come</title>
			<description>A work in Progress...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1395172/</link>
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			<title>Conflict...</title>
			<description>A continuation of my original poem, Conflict.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1395056/</link>
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			<title>Climax</title>
			<description>A continuation of my poem, Climax.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1395054/</link>
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			<title>Mail Order W***e</title>
			<description>This is a blog I had posted somewhere else previously.  Thought I would share it here as well.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1395051/</link>
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			<title>Waiting</title>
			<description>WaitingThe desire of my spiritbeckons your touch,your kiss,Lips parting frompure madness,diluting theintoxication of lustyet not withholdingthe intense painof goodbye.A sorrowful partingdue to time anddistance.A respectful existencepursuant of a realitybased onwanting,needing,trustingthe feverish ar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1309574/</link>
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			<title>Pleasure</title>
			<description>I am dedicating this to someone very special...I hope you know who you are.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1292686/</link>
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			<title>Downfall</title>
			<description>DownfallCapture the light within your eyes andlet down the armor.An arrangement of fortitude sograciously accepted.Bittersweet.A beggar of an oppressive nature,redirecting his assault towardthe harshness of sheer reality.The origin of which led him to the&amp;nbsp;plunge....a&amp;nbsp;downfall.Surrendering ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1292681/</link>
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			<title>Story</title>
			<description>StoryA passionate endingborn from agrievous beginning.The magnitude of which,deafening,allocating a presumptuousexception.Once tranquil,once humble.Turning apprehensive,nervous.Leading to a brass&amp;nbsp;misconception.An altering ofanguished thought</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1292678/</link>
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			<title>Warning</title>
			<description>WarningThe words that had been spoken,with sharp tongue,painful tone,left her feeling distraught.The evolution of your warningimpeding a plaintive intent.Your words piercing-like daggers,figuratively drawing blood,endlessly corrosive.Playing with intervals of markedaggressionaggravationapprehensiona..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1292674/</link>
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			<title>To Exist</title>
			<description>Just playing around with some thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1292650/</link>
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			<title>Conflict</title>
			<description>CONFLICTHer mind had been made up,the decision had been made.One soft kiss to your lips,her fingers tracing the outline of your&amp;nbsp;subdued face.Passion dissipating,madness behind her&amp;nbsp;hazel eyes.The light in her faceslowly begins to fade,melting into the twilightlike lost memorieslooking for n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1291935/</link>
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			<title>The Dreamer</title>
			<description>THE DREAMERThe extraction of yourspiritin divine contempt.A marriage of fictionalactualitycoupled with a darkenedreality,seeded with imaginationendless....to infinity....an archway into thesubconscious mind.A galaxy of retreatsembedded into your dreams,your nightmar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1291921/</link>
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			<title>Confusion</title>
			<description>Not my usual style, at all...wrote this in a few minutes with whatever popped into my head at the moment.  I haven't written anything in a really long time..this is the first of hopefully many more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/1291346/</link>
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			<title>Rainfall</title>
			<description>RainfallWith the absence of colorthe variance of clarityis more than obliviousto the contumacy ofsoundless reckoninga recoil of blitheringacid perfectiona liquid poison to cushionthe natural compulsionof a distended uncertaintythe purity of the damp aromaconcealing the betrayalof the lands barren re..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/987941/</link>
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			<title>Devastation of Reflection</title>
			<description>Devastation of ReflectionIt is a devastationto the alterationof the mind's destituteillusionspainted ontopreconceived resentmentgranting a versatile injunction andclearing away thesmoke ofshattered reflectionsdancing aroundvisions of normalcy whilesurrounded bycondemnationand transfixed on thetransf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/986348/</link>
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			<title>Dismay</title>
			<description>DismayLook into my dreamsand see into this torturedsoulan inadequate manner ofsubserviencepivoting slightly on theexotic renewalof efficacious descentdrunk on the demeanorof one in an eroticdisplay of a gradual decline intodepreciated gainto my dismayI fear I amdislocatedLeft to suffer in silenceand..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/986341/</link>
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			<title>As it Stands</title>
			<description>As it StandsIt had been an unsettlingattractionseasoned with a yearningto thrive and persevere a culmination of years ofcovetous aspirationsfalling into the shallow end of the darkened spectrum ofmisgiving-misleadinga sultry reduction of rubyhellfrozen in iceand left tomelt away from the heatof your..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/986338/</link>
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			<title>Pacific Meets Atlantic</title>
			<description>A collaboration between MoriartyMesa and Deandra Dawn</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/985280/</link>
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			<title>Misfortune</title>
			<description>MisfortuneBillows of sensationsin a seething sea ofcommunal misgivingsa brief and inane momentto degrade and defythe water's commotionan indistinct yetinfectious configurationas a veiled felonin the nighttidefilching your breath awaydroplet by dropletsatiating your lungswhile crashing uponthe jagged..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/985167/</link>
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			<title>Hazel Eyes</title>
			<description>Hazel EyesHazel eyesdancing in thefire of moonlit warmtha coquettish grin playing on hersoft pink lipsswaying her hips to the beat of hispassion driven heartcircling him with anintense hungerHazel Eyesholding captivehis starebright eyes shiningmagneticbringing forth lightto the darkest depths of his..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/984787/</link>
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			<title>The Clock</title>
			<description>The ClockThe dreadful clockticking downthe secondsto the inescapablerush ofconfusionwinding down tothe truth of therising suna jumble of thoughtsmelting away to the t i c k&amp;nbsp; t o c kof timeseconds followingminutesfollowing hours intoendless dayssleep deprivedand dreamingof extinctionyou wake to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/984227/</link>
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			<title>Intentions</title>
			<description>IntentionsMy intentions are masked&amp;nbsp;by the immediate disposition of clouded judgment and horrible regulation of my conscious mindSubmerged in the reality of how&amp;nbsp;and is attached to whyWhy question the freedom of admonition?&amp;nbsp; The intolerable conditions of an upset soul&amp;nbsp; wandering ai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/984220/</link>
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			<title>The Contract</title>
			<description>The ContractTo forgive you would be anobsequious advanceon my dormant admissionof guilta jubilant betrayalof my web of emotionsweaved out of anindisputable arrangementof contentmentmarked with conceitdeceiving the essentialluster of the mind'smost reliable revelationsone must tuck these awayinto a v..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/984164/</link>
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			<title>Climax</title>
			<description>ClimaxI can see you beckoning to mewanting to pull me into your warmthstrong hands grasping at my waistpull me in closersweet breathexhalefeel my heart pounding wildly beneath my chesta rhythmic thump thumpcraving your lipssweet kissdeep breathwanting moreyour touchtrue harmonyerect and waitinglivin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/984132/</link>
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			<title>Steps</title>
			<description>StepsThe ghosts of your past indiscretionsretracing the desirous lines of virtuereeling back from a desirable sanctuaryundercurrents of emotionflowing through a destituteland of untraceable moralityleaning upon an escapefrom the steps traced ontothe sandfalling through the cracksof timelosing recrud..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/983395/</link>
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			<title>Madhouse</title>
			<description>MadhouseA charitable conveniencewith an upheaval of fragrantreflectioninducing the enraged psychosisof your magnetic paranoiaa meager substitution of sanitysucceeding in the appraisalof a mind far gonea reprieve from succulent privationa primal confirmation ofample lamentan ancestry conformingto imm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/983394/</link>
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			<title>Recollection</title>
			<description>RecollectionRecollection of past assaultsyielding ingenious toindifferenceincessant shriekingfollowing unbridled agonya disciple of distinctionvalorunpleasantly reachinga conclusionof informalitya convenient disarrayof confusionfrantically searchingfor an intelligent wordto offset thedelusional angs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/981253/</link>
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			<title>Obituary</title>
			<description>ObituaryShe crashed within the limitsof her unbound deliriumher incessant annihilationof her pleasuresa frantic distrust of everyoneall aroundblood boiling over withstarving inadequacya crass portrayal of her diseasestricken with hateforging normalcyuntil the endHer ways taking her down a beaten pat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/981208/</link>
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			<title>Emaciated Passion</title>
			<description>Emaciated PassionPassion enveloping desireoverrun with hatredanger coursing through my veinsyour touch burns my soft skinyour eyes pierce throughmy innocenceshatteredyour kiss causes an explosionof resentmentfearfinding its way to devourmy fragmented spiritan infection of the mindspreading to my sou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/970549/</link>
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			<title>Black Rose</title>
			<description>Black RoseBlack rosethorns reaching outprickingdrops of bloodfalling upon wounded fleshpetals decrepitdried outfalling upona serrated edgeof vicious insanityacquiring controlweeding out weaknessBlack roseleft to shrivelan insincere gestureof gratitudedeniedforcing my hand uponan innoxious stancepeel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/970482/</link>
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			<title>Hallucination</title>
			<description>HALLUCINATIONHaunting memories of past transgressionsA notable outsider partaking in the madnessLeisurely evoking his disobedienceLegitimate destruction of extreme measuresUnlock the beauty hidden within your secretsCoax the beast from withinIlluminate the dark spots on your heartNonviolent revocati..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/970478/</link>
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			<title>Violet Eyes</title>
			<description>Violet EyesViolet eyesmetallicforthcoming, yet resistant&amp;nbsp;All innocence failing withspecks of indecency upontears of turbulence,swimming in decay withintelligent tidingsof misdirected wrongdoingViolet eyesbathing in lightbrimming with hopea vibrant exaltationof pure emotionstill shining, untouch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/969771/</link>
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			<title>Indecency</title>
			<description>IndecencySplendid curvescascading downto euphuisticappendages ofintoxicating indecencythe sensual arousal of a cursedarrangementsettling on the rawaroma of ecstasymoan after moan youmake me yoursglistening lipsarticulating desirehands graspingpullingme inI am lost in drunken reveriesof a past rendez..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/969752/</link>
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			<title>Knowing</title>
			<description>KNOWINGShe surveyed the subtle differencesbetweenthe reality of the situation and the fiction she had createdFeeding on hatredandresonating paincoupled with discordShe had anticipated the struggle from within either wayshe had even calculated this sort of reactionbutby someone with far less intellig..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/968026/</link>
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			<title>Not yet titled</title>
			<description>Just something I am working on....</description>
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			<title>No title yet</title>
			<description>The fear in her eyessaid a thousand wordsmeaning lost upon disillusiona hallucinationfounded upon obscene logic</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/964894/</link>
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			<title>Agony</title>
			<description>AGONYAgonizing wisdomgiving way to a na&amp;iuml;ve minddescending knowledgeformed from twisted liestruth seeks a willing targetthe tongue scorned by the messageimpermissible valuesforcing a hand in deviant perspective</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/964836/</link>
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			<title>Essence</title>
			<description>EssenceYour solicitous sophisticationmanifests an insensitiveabsolutionan ultimately fruitless endeavorpackaged with an uncontrollableangertowards truthmeaning..the very essence ofwhat isnot what could beor what has been</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/964739/</link>
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			<title>Captive</title>
			<description>CAPTIVEIndeed a sovereign adversaryheld captive by wealthstatusill begotten fortunethe lies spew from your mouthso recklesslyno afterthought to derail youderail you from your ultimate intentionof complete degenerationguilty pleasure adhering to a voracious summitThe finale of years of destitute illu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/963901/</link>
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			<title>Leave</title>
			<description>LeaveDance in the rainpleasekiss me and take away my painfeel how my heart beatssee how I lay here in utter defeat?leave me bemelancholybut freeleave me to my tormentsetting my misery in cementleaving nothing up to your justificationI beg youleave me to my own condemnation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/963060/</link>
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			<title>Nothing.....</title>
			<description>NOTHINGConsidering violencerelocating obstructionsdefining servitudemaster of nothingappearance of worthwrithing in nervousnesstemptations deterwith an overwhelming magnitudesilently breakingcrashing, burningashes to ashesdust floating into the abyssagain....nothingnothing but darknessblind to the f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/963018/</link>
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			<title>Surrender</title>
			<description>SURRENDERThey surrendered in fevered desperation. &amp;nbsp;The common traits of heroism lost on their vulgar display of so called courageDefeated by their grotesque, undetermined quest,leaving behind a small sentiment of sober indignationthe splendid spoils of an articulate battlefought without reasonl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/962882/</link>
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			<title>Excuse</title>
			<description>Not so much a poem...more of a statement...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/962190/</link>
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			<title>Abattoir</title>
			<description>See if you can figure it out! :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deandradawn/962099/</link>
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			<title>Her Tears</title>
			<description>I just came up with this...might still tweak it.</description>
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