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		<description>The original writings of author Minatsuki</description>
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			<title>The Tell-Tale Heart Line Poem</title>
			<description>Lines taken from Edgar Allen Poe's &quot;The Tell-Tale Heart.&quot; </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraMoon/1008763/</link>
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			<title>Smokes</title>
			<description>If you choose to smoke,Please, don&amp;rsquo;t choke!Or else you&amp;rsquo;ll dieAnd we&amp;rsquo;ll all say byeAnd bury you under an oak.</description>
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			<title>Truth</title>
			<description>Truth is a curve ball;If can hurt or harm someone,But you spoke your mind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraMoon/1008346/</link>
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			<title>Seattle</title>
			<description>This city is alive with a glowWith smells of meat, candy, flowers and bread dough.It&amp;rsquo;s a hard place not to loveEven though a few grumps pass you by with a shove.This place is a stew&amp;nbsp;Alive with many people, and cars blasting Blink 182See, it&amp;rsquo;s not somewhere I could ever get sick of,I..</description>
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			<title>Saviour</title>
			<description>I knew it was going to come to this. It always does.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As Istood high in the air, overlooking the cars and trucks whizzing past, going wherever it is a crowd that size heads to at ten at night. I tsked myse..</description>
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