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		<description>The original writings of author Nyx</description>
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			<title>Growl Opera (From the Balcony of My House)</title>
			<description>written ten minutes after witnessing another one of the commonly occurring commotions outside</description>
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			<title>From the Food's Perspective</title>
			<description>I was on my way to her lips when she leveled me to the plate. She didn't eat with a knife and a fork this time, only with her hands which were bubbled with the juice of my stinking pores. I would say, she was nothing different from swine. I watched how she chewed away on some parts of me with the pu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/throatster/977852/</link>
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			<title>Cat</title>
			<description>This one's actually about a prostitute...</description>
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			<description>another attempt at writing</description>
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			<title>To Touch You</title>
			<description>quick type</description>
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			<title>Mirrors</title>
			<description>about eating</description>
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			<title>To The Mute Sound of Cars Passing</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s not the length of your legs, LoxleyThat had me rummagingThrough panes and panels of pixelsWhere the finest grains are grander than youNot the plush milk that your cheeks are made ofOr the raised lacerationsThat you try to conceal with quaint, teasing flashesAnd chance glances at your will..</description>
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			<title>Cake</title>
			<description>:D</description>
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			<title>Japan</title>
			<description>stuff</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/throatster/975724/</link>
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			<title>Act 0</title>
			<description>some stream writing after a bad day</description>
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			<title>July 16, 2009</title>
			<description>A letter I wrote in '09 to a girl named Dashiel</description>
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			<title>Prosa Nova</title>
			<description>random and stuff</description>
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