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		<description>The original writings of author Cortney Lynn</description>
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			<title>Like Guardian Angles, It's Always Near</title>
			<description>Chapter 2! Remus meets the mystery girl!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/467666/</link>
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			<title>For Someone Half as Smart, You'd be a work of Art</title>
			<description>Chapter One</description>
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			<title>Who Watches Over You?</title>
			<description>Harry. Potter. Fanfiction. I hate to say it, but I love it. This one is about Remus back in the day when he was still at school. This isn't really a book, but I don't really know how else to classify it here, seeing as it has many chapters. </description>
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			<title>Journey to the Unknown</title>
			<description>i had an epiphany on friday night and this is the only way to explain it.</description>
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			<description>Well, I had a really good day yesterday with someone I love and we listened to some really great music by this band called High Places and I was drawing a picture that involved the poem Escapade by David Levithan and I got this from those inspirations.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/279821/</link>
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			<description>i wrote this a long time ago when i was sick and on a lot of medicine that made my mind do crazy things and made me really thirsty.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/273448/</link>
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			<title>Warm Colors and Gravity</title>
			<description>i had a great night hanging out with friends so i wrote! fanks to john, jim, kyle, tom and benjamin&amp;lt;3 for making it worth something.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/267167/</link>
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			<title>A Gap in Time</title>
			<description>i wrote this on graph paper during gym after reading something a friend wrote. i dunno....</description>
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			<title>hopeful</title>
			<description>i really don't know what this is. its a mixture of the past and what i want for the future i guess.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/238104/</link>
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			<title>Oblivion</title>
			<description>i wrote this a while ago, but its more important now.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/226420/</link>
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			<title>untitled 2</title>
			<description>this poem is about my best friend. brandon hontz!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/220682/</link>
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			<title>A Ghost of Never</title>
			<description>i feel compelled to say this is now a lie, because it is now, but its still something i used to do and now i need to start over again to stop.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/220459/</link>
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			<title>Free</title>
			<description>Go away and never come back.Disappear and never return.A magic trick gone wrongin the audiences eyesbut gone perfectly right in mine.Finally,freedom.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/204515/</link>
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			<title>Ruled By Fear</title>
			<description>I wrote this on graph paper in Algebra. i'm going to miss that class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/182412/</link>
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			<title>Nothing's Gonna Change My world</title>
			<description>&amp;lsquo;Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup They slither&amp;nbsp;while they pass.They slip away across the universe&amp;rsquo;&amp;nbsp;I hear these wordsfloating through the speakersand see the scene unfoldingon the screenin front of me.I harmonize witha fema..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/139855/</link>
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			<title>Make You</title>
			<description>If I couldI would draw you flowersAnd make you a bouquetOf all the colorsBecause you can never pick just one.These flowers Would live foreverAnd make you smileBecause you knowThey were madeEspecially for youBecause I LoveYou.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<description>You try and make a changeBut all you make is a sceneAn abrupt switchFrom pencil to penAnd then back againIn the class Where these things always matterEveryone noticesThe small blue heartRight above The pencil sketchOf two hands Holding each other gentlyNobody makes a sound..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/118166/</link>
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			<title>I Finally Understand</title>
			<description>&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We&amp;rsquo;re lying on my bed, my head on your stomach, your hand in my hair. We have our eyes closed, just listening to the simple sounds of life in the rest of the house below us. The sun is setting..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siriusblack9834/117355/</link>
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			<title>Just Another Late Night (June 28th)</title>
			<description>&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; &amp;nbsp;Today was a long, uneventful day until a friend stumbled in. But now he is gone; I am lying in bed, aware of the fact that it is much too early to sleep. I have a choice of three CDs that I have yet to l..</description>
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