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			<title>His Mighty Winged Light</title>
			<description>This poem exists to compliment it's twin; Her Lovely Fertile Dance. Based on the idea that since the universe is split into two that so too would the deities in which all existence was made of/from.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrCthulhu/1067931/</link>
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			<title>Dawn to Dusk</title>
			<description>From zenith sun to the darkest of moons; the beings that guide and watch over us are satisfied with the reality they have crafted. Know that in the end that you too will be satisfied with mortal life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrCthulhu/1067390/</link>
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			<title>Her Lovely Fertile Dance</title>
			<description>A Mother whose darkness is the life affirming womb and the ever growing void that we consider space. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrCthulhu/1067240/</link>
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			<title>Will</title>
			<description>Power. It's what we humans seek. Yet, it always leads the ignorant and wicked into the darkest of tongues, the darkest of rituals, and offers the soul up to the shadows of savagery. Be humbled by it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrCthulhu/1067231/</link>
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			<title>Xibalba</title>
			<description>Breaking from Xibalba. Finding Shangri-La.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrCthulhu/1067190/</link>
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			<title>Madness</title>
			<description>I...feel myself slipping. It's only a matter of...time. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrCthulhu/1067112/</link>
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