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		<description>The original writings of author James</description>
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			<title>What is Sown</title>
			<description>Churning and twisting I close my eyesBut before me I cant stop the imageOf a hundred million dreary deadAnd a hundred million sighsWhen day breaks and dawn comes at lastYou try to shake off the feelingBrushing off your pastTo creep out into the world&amp;nbsp;But certainly not revealing&amp;nbsp;The one thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008397/</link>
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			<title>Willy Wonka: The E! true Hollywood story</title>
			<description>This is for a contest, Any likenesses to any individual, living or fictitious is entirely on purpose and you should know i'm singling you out cause I don't like you. :P</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008375/</link>
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			<title>A wall</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote for myself to help get me out of writer's block and it helped me open up</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008320/</link>
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			<title>I Wish</title>
			<description>This poem is about my father, who passed away a few years back. I miss him dearly</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008318/</link>
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			<title>The End</title>
			<description>When we diewill darkness consume usor will light blind our eyeseither way we're blind, we're blindEternityendless sea bound in mysterywho is your master, are we truly freeI just can't comprehendthe fact that this could endtomorrowon the drop of a pinwe could end&amp;nbsp;we could endIn this race against..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008312/</link>
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			<title>Truth</title>
			<description>When we get to the endwill we drop this pretenseour lives are full of liesdisguised behind our smilesunveiled in our eyesshow me the truthshow me the truthand i'll show you mine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008307/</link>
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			<title>Book of Me</title>
			<description>I began with a blank slatevolumes filled while becoming a manAs I growthe novel expandssteering me towards an unknown fateI create my own destinyblind and clumsy though I may beI look to the pages of the pasthoping to perceive&amp;nbsp;where this book may lead</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008306/</link>
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			<title>Sinking Ship</title>
			<description>I recall how we set sailemotions unfurled, hearts laid barewith no thoughts of wearing a veilor of us growing staleof this pheromonal warfareBut now we're drifting apartocean swells widening the riftI should have known it would be hardto mend a broken heartwhile diving off a sinking shipNow i'm drow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008303/</link>
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			<title>Light</title>
			<description>I look towards a setting sunmesmerized I gaze uponthe sinking ship of twilightgive way to an ocean of infinite nightHow i'd like to be thereweightless from lack of caresailing through the milky waythe particle of a light waveI'd traverse the unknownnever thinking of the homethat i'd left behindalong..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008299/</link>
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			<title>Advice</title>
			<description>Say hello to the precipiceit's yawning for youI say don't step backbut of course you doWhat do you have to say for yourselfNow that you've slipped off the shelfAn inarticulate scream is all I hearas I rush in the doorMuttering that you should hold advice more dearI catch you before you hit the floor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008295/</link>
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			<title>Rusty Chains</title>
			<description>On writer's block</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008292/</link>
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			<title>Tilt-a-whirl</title>
			<description>A short poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James_M/1008277/</link>
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