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		<description>The original writings of author Davis Blake</description>
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			<title>Right beside you</title>
			<description>Sometimes, the one that loves you most, is the one that is always close.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elindelwolf/273730/</link>
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			<title>Hell, no less.</title>
			<description>Hell,Pain and suffering,Fire and Brimstone,Torrents of blood, and screams of fearIn the long dark night.Premonitions of death,Destined to you and those nearby.Satan himself offering redemption.Crucifiction by might,Chaos amidst the rampage;Echoes of life,Hell.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elindelwolf/262116/</link>
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			<title>How you see me</title>
			<description>Revision of a previously written poem. Concerns a relationship of mine that occured some time ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elindelwolf/262063/</link>
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			<title>Fleur</title>
			<description>Previously this was a short story, of which I converted into a script. My production group will be shooting it come June.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elindelwolf/260782/</link>
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			<title>The Fears Of The Night</title>
			<description>A poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elindelwolf/260105/</link>
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			<title>Been a long road</title>
			<description>This is a poem dedicated to the memory of my first, true, and only love. Whom died several years ago when we were both foolish teenagers. She and I loved each other madly, but at that time we did drugs. She died of an overdose when she was 14 almost 15. I</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elindelwolf/256246/</link>
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			<title>I saw God crying (Husband's plea)</title>
			<description>A husband's love, as expressed through this poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elindelwolf/255796/</link>
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			<title>Cold</title>
			<description>A heart of ice, a revision of my original.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elindelwolf/254700/</link>
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			<title>Dear Children Of Men</title>
			<description>A poem with a different glance on life and death.</description>
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