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			<title>Poison Melody</title>
			<description>poem from my old account</description>
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			<title>The Battle Ends</title>
			<description>Poem from my old account</description>
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			<title>January 1991</title>
			<description>work in progress</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Work In Progress</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>A little boy played carelessly along the curb in front of the mall entrance, balancing his best on the stone ledge that bordered the ash grey pavement. His name is Sampson. His clothes were neatly pressed and pristine, much like the comb and style of his parted hair, and his clean skin. His collar i..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>In Watercress Falls, Vermont, there is a woman in a cage, in the basement of a house. You probably walk by it on the way to church every Sunday, and I&amp;rsquo;ll bet she&amp;rsquo;s praying with you. She&amp;rsquo;s probably on her knees, for one reason or another,  saying her &amp;lsquo;Our Fathers&amp;rsquo; at the..</description>
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			<title>The Black Pill</title>
			<description>In the quiet town of Watercress Falls, a woman named Delilah is held captive in a basement cage by Sampson, a man twisted by his own traumatic past. </description>
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			<title>Pixie (from the trailer park.)</title>
			<description>Father Paul tries to help Pixie, but Pixie doesn't want to be saved.</description>
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			<title>Foster Street - to be continued</title>
			<description>Drugs, sex, and abuse...an exploration of my time in a world I want to forget.</description>
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