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			<title>Pinholes And Pendulums</title>
			<description>Visualize the interaction of the energies of people's lives as pinholes and pendulums. Shimmers reflecting streaks of God's light through pinhole instances which illuminate the infinite, defiant night.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>The River of Love</title>
			<description>'Twas a journey of souls&amp;nbsp; Thru a shadowy glenNear a deep, darkened wood&amp;nbsp; On a path with no end.Souls, alone starving, together so dead&amp;nbsp; Walking in weary comport to the damp, musty bed.On the edge of a river of dreams and of life&amp;nbsp; Corpses float before the hopeful e..</description>
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			<title>Drinking Pain From A Fountain</title>
			<description>The struggle of life is water to the soul.It&amp;rsquo;s taste is no indulgence.It&amp;rsquo;s abundance drowns and rots.An inevitable tideWith an infinite, invisible guide.The body is built of it.The deepest mind feeds from it.The ignorant clutch it like a cane to excuse their stumbling.T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flight_decent/221256/</link>
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			<title>Tides In A Pond</title>
			<description>I steal from myself more than any thief could ever pull thru my bloody hands.&amp;nbsp; My fears cause more pain than any loss I have ever known.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My desires drive me with a passion greater than any pleasure I have ever gained.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All that I have imagi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flight_decent/221245/</link>
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			<title>Some Faint Feeling Of Rapture</title>
			<description>Life:&amp;nbsp; The insane revelry of misfortune.My steps echo across cobblestone alleyways.&amp;nbsp; Bloodwashed and forsaken.Yet I stand as a dark victor,&amp;nbsp; A valiant midnight soldier,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who sees the defeat of battles past as a twinkle to guide me to the distant star&amp;n..</description>
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