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		<description>The original writings of author Abby</description>
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			<title>Wedding Party</title>
			<description>Went to a wedding party recently.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/726257/</link>
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			<title>Hollows</title>
			<description>Their crimson eyes&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stare blindly,&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;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/716595/</link>
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			<title>The Passing of Time</title>
			<description>She folded the letter carefully between her fingers.&amp;nbsp;A soft sigh escaped her lips.&amp;nbsp;Etched in ink, the mournful words &amp;ldquo;I love you&amp;rdquo; left a scar in her eyes.&amp;nbsp;Before the end it was cast to the fire,&amp;nbsp;A half-life born of a withered dream,&amp;nbsp;Soot cover..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/716588/</link>
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			<title>Just Another Bloody Reason</title>
			<description>To drown inincessant fears&amp;hellip;I feel so old &amp;hellip;yet I am so young, and each splitting moment boils within me like sometraipsing disease, damned to crawl through my skin in the confinements ofeternity, to walk a path bleeding of controversy in the dead of night, whennothing is..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/619888/</link>
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			<title>As Fancy Takes It</title>
			<description>A man and his violin.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/406303/</link>
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			<title>Life Of Meaning</title>
			<description>What is life if all we hear is lies?What is death if in it we find truth?It is as simple as the question.We are here to live.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/231924/</link>
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			<title>The Silent Soul</title>
			<description>A poem inspired by the song &amp;quot;Chevaliers De Sangreal&amp;quot; by Hans Zimmer. For the contest &amp;quot;Poem Off of Music&amp;quot; created by John A. Stussy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/228490/</link>
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			<title>Change, Hope and Redemption</title>
			<description>Something that came off the top of my head in religion class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/227644/</link>
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			<title>Freedom's Pain</title>
			<description>A poem about the way I view life, and what I feel every day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/187893/</link>
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			<title>Light's Illusion</title>
			<description>Stars shine distantly in the night sky,While the sun shines brightly in the day.Can the glow of millions of starsMake up for the light of one?&amp;nbsp;Are people the same? Can the goodness of oneReally make up for the wrongs of others?Or do we just live in a world where light and dark&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abbywolf/181933/</link>
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