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		<description>The original writings of author Miranda E. Garner</description>
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			<title>Good Night...</title>
			<description>   It would seem wrong for me to tell you what happens in a story when I myself am not even sure. You'll just have to read for yourself, and find out.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devilishskulls/1070199/</link>
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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>Nothing is truly fearfulIt is all in our headsIt can drive us insaneIt can make us cry, and screamIt can make us runIt can even lead us to deathDeath is such a large price&amp;nbsp;for something that is in our heads</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devilishskulls/1063258/</link>
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			<title>gone</title>
			<description>	Celia crawls from her room. Her hair sticks up in different directions, and her shirt was extremely wrinkled. She looked around the main room. &quot;Hey Feli?! Didn't he fall asleep on the couch.&quot; Yelled Celia.	&quot;Yeah, why?&quot; Felicity yelled back from the kitchen.	&quot;Then where is he?&quot;	&quot;The couch?&quot;	&quot;Do you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devilishskulls/1060746/</link>
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			<title>Like a Rose</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Like a roseYou pull me in with your beautyYou Brake me out with your thornsLike a rose</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devilishskulls/1060706/</link>
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			<title>Winter sorrows</title>
			<description>The cold air that incases meTurns my tears to snow flakesIt turns my sorrow to beauty&amp;nbsp;and it makes my sorrow disappear</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devilishskulls/1060602/</link>
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			<title>The pond</title>
			<description>It calls meIt tells me that it can stop my worriesIt makes me follow it through the forestWe stop at a dark pondIt loures me inI don't want to goBut my body moves on its ownI'm quickly encased by darknessI am surronded by deathI am not the first to be loured&amp;nbsp;bony hands grab me&amp;nbsp;They pull me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devilishskulls/1059471/</link>
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			<title>The King</title>
			<description>This comes from my love of chess metaphors&lt;3 :3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/devilishskulls/1059451/</link>
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			<title>Nights of thought</title>
			<description>this is something i wrote back in forth grade and i was just curious to see what you guys thought.</description>
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