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			<title>Whisper</title>
			<description>Whisper, WhisperHeard but not spokenWhispers on the windLight and without feelingof heartache and tormentof loss and triumphWhisper, Whisperall of your secretsto unknown peoplein unknown landsWhisper, Whisperthe wind will carry themwithout prejudice or thoughtuntil more eloquent men will hearuntil t..</description>
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			<title>The Missing</title>
			<description>The clouds have come down to rest among the likes of menThey are lostThe four like points on a compass walk in different directionsThey think maybe they are getting closer to each other but they are only getting farther awayThe smallest one keeps walking and screaming and crying and hopingHe stumble..</description>
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			<title>Those Two</title>
			<description>It was something to behold, those twoTo anyone involved they saw nothing specialBut they were, they were amazingNo one could see it, no one could comprehend itThey were two normal kids, two foolish kids with impossible dreamsNo one is extraordinary in this life, that's what they all thoughtSometimes..</description>
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			<title>Me vs. You</title>
			<description>No dawnNo dayI&amp;rsquo;m always in this twilightIn the shadow of your heart&quot;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Florence and the Machine&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There he was again. It seems every corner I tu..</description>
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			<title>it's been days</title>
			<description>it&amp;rsquo;s been dayshe's alone in the dark most of these daysit would drive anyone mad but the rage he feels keeps him goinghis heart is in ruins, tattered and torn it aches with the words that were thrownbut his stubbornness is enough to keep him standing stillhis soul is screaming, screaming for h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hotcaution/1041008/</link>
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			<title>I'm Sorry</title>
			<description>She couldn&amp;rsquo;t find thewordsHer breath caught inher throatHer heart was racingHe was turning hisback on herHis face looked so&amp;hellip; disappointedHer mouth opened butnothing came outAs if her voice hadbeen stolen from her As if she didn&amp;rsquo;t havea milli..</description>
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