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			<title>Boundless</title>
			<description>This idea came to me at a special time and pestered me all day - so I spent 5 1/2 hrs of one night writing the draft. Hope it isn't too weird</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1092953/</link>
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			<title>Sky Serpent</title>
			<description>One of the things I love writing about more than any other is the natural world; the sky, the plants, the animals, etc. This is one such poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1085689/</link>
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			<title>The Boy of Feathers</title>
			<description>July 22nd, 1908&amp;nbsp;Exhilaration. Rapture.Wonderment. Freedom. I felt all this as I ran through the tall grasses of awide open field, scaring birds into flight with every step. When I got to wherethe grass thinned out I simply ran back the other way, breathless andexcitable, not car..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1069207/</link>
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			<title>Frozen</title>
			<description>I am in the cold. I am in thedark. Wrapping my arms around myself will do nothing, nor will opening thedust-caked shutters which I know sit firmly over the only window in the room,blocking out almost all light from the outside world. All I can hear is the drypatter and snuffle of mice, the d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1058473/</link>
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			<title>Ghost Attickus</title>
			<description>This is my most recent creation; a story of a ghost girl remembering her past and trying to escape imprisonment in her own home</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1058471/</link>
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			<title>No Regrets</title>
			<description>I have a habit (as most writers do/should) of writing while I'm walking places - in my case, to work. This is one such creation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1042860/</link>
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			<title>Sacrament of Sound</title>
			<description>I am actually in love with this poem because I'm in love with music. It's about how musicians are like another species and how they live for their fans as much as the fans live for them</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1025721/</link>
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			<title>Twilight Rain</title>
			<description>I can't stop writing about rain - it's kind of the poet's fail-safe. But I try to put an interesting spin on it </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1025701/</link>
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			<title>Untitled [Crow]</title>
			<description>Something I threw together in around 15 minutes - a little practice poem as it were</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1019506/</link>
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			<title>Novel Neglect</title>
			<description>Similar to another poem of mine 'Uncovered' - I seem to enjoy delving into the world of lost artifacts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1015425/</link>
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			<title>Uncovered</title>
			<description>Discovering a lost past in a drawer</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1015408/</link>
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			<title>Death at Play</title>
			<description>Being fascinated with the supernatural and the romantic air surrounding vampires, I find myself writing about them a lot; in particular, their insatiable and seductive appetite for human life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1015403/</link>
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			<title>Exhibit Murder</title>
			<description>School has often been the one place I wrote best. This is no exception. Interpret this how you will, but the title somewhat speaks for itself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuNaR-C/1013813/</link>
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