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		<description>The original writings of author Arianna Night Swan</description>
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			<title>Bowels of Tears</title>
			<description>The Earth is in a dismal state.  The Flame has left the Earth without anything in the dark.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flocculate/305944/</link>
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			<title>Bright Valentine</title>
			<description>The definition of a valentine.</description>
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			<title>On Wings I Fly</title>
			<description>Everyone has a pair of wings.  Most just don&amp;#2013266066;t want to admit it.</description>
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			<title>How Long?</title>
			<description>If a child just up and left, would the parents ever notice?  Would they want to?</description>
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			<title>Shoulders</title>
			<description>Who has ever thought about that shoulder they cry on?  Who has ever once offered them a shoulder?  Who has ever been there?</description>
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			<title>ORANGE</title>
			<description>This is a testament to all of the spazes out there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flocculate/305928/</link>
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			<title>The Love Song of Dispair</title>
			<description>Avril Levene sings this song in a more condensed version, but this is the whole truth of what happened to her.</description>
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			<title>Faded</title>
			<description>This is the story of a girl.  She thought she had it all.  She thought she knew what she was looking for.  She thought wrong.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Flocculate/305924/</link>
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			<title>One of the Ones</title>
			<description>This poem is in honor of Coach Lowery who passed away March 31, 2008.</description>
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