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		<description>The original writings of author Kleeson</description>
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			<title>Epic Adventure</title>
			<description>a diddly I wrote as improv to an orchestral soundtrack of epic proportions.
kthxbai</description>
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			<title>forbidden</title>
			<description>I wish I knew your feelings too,the thoughts that run wild and free.Does your heart beat any faster,like it does for me?&amp;nbsp;Your smile is so kind,with some restraint. Your eyes are so piercing,some feelings I can't contain.&amp;nbsp;Your hair moves fluidly,making me want to run my fingers through it.T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krystalos/1252585/</link>
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			<title>There's Nothing There</title>
			<description>What's lurking in the woods?</description>
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			<title>Burn</title>
			<description>Burnt flesh, painful like a knife in the back.Until it's healed, no mercy shall be shown.Red and raw skin breeches my arm making me bow down in pain.Never going to fully heal, a scar will always remain.By the time I wake up, I'm falling asleep again.Ugly bandages cover my wound.Resting for all hours..</description>
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			<title>Skin Deep</title>
			<description>Is a burn only skin deep?</description>
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			<title>The Imps In Your Closet</title>
			<description>This was a dream I had had when I was in 11th grade. I was going through a rough time having moved 12 hours away from my hometown and leaving my close friends behind for a new life.</description>
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