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		<description>The original writings of author Heretic</description>
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			<title>Focus</title>
			<description>A revision of Focus. This is more of a stream of consciousness instead of the original haiku</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/1371827/</link>
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			<title>Focus (First Draft)</title>
			<description>The first draft of a poem that pretty much sums up the pressures I've been feeling lately.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/1371825/</link>
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			<title>The Blank Page (First Draft)</title>
			<description>The first draft of an ongoing poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/1371823/</link>
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			<title>The Blank Page</title>
			<description>A revision</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/1371822/</link>
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			<title>Citrus</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote in class about where I'm from.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/1371821/</link>
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			<title>Serenity</title>
			<description>Blue. White. Green. Tan.Salt in the airA gust of windCrashing wavesWood cuts through swelling waterClarity and peace overcome the mindPaddle and waitPaddle and rideCrashRepeatOrange. Red. Blue. Tan.Salt in the air.A gust of windLapping wavesWetsuit comes offCold breeze inducing goosebumpsThe failing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/1371820/</link>
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			<title>This So-Called Feminazi Bullshit</title>
			<description>Something I wrote after the events in Santa Barbara, California this year. I'm considering changing the title.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/1371819/</link>
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			<title>Young</title>
			<description>A short story of a young man falling down the rabbit hole.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/1221698/</link>
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			<title>Spring Before Summer</title>
			<description>This is a short fan fiction I wrote for a blog entry that is hosted by a great writer by the name of Paul Cornell.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/642107/</link>
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			<title>Good Riddance</title>
			<description>This is something kind of out of my element, but inspiration struck, so I gave it a try.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/306806/</link>
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			<title>A Case of the Muck Its</title>
			<description>Just a little something I wrote for a contest. Figured I'd give one of those a go</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/305898/</link>
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			<title>Writers Block</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Clean. Blank. Empty. Vacant. Barren. A plethora of words to describe my current state of mind. A lack of words to fill the page, struggling to fill the paper with no light at the end of the tunnel. Now, here I am, writing a strand of meaningless words for no one to read or admire. Full of in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/302687/</link>
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			<title>Faith Revisited</title>
			<description>This is kind of a revision of my other poem, &quot;Faith&quot;. I like it and think I did a much better job at the poem this time. I had a different ending written, but felt that it didn't go along with what I believe or what I wanted to get across.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/287587/</link>
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			<title>Destiny</title>
			<description>Okay... A second poem. Last one, I swear. And it too was written years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/286920/</link>
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			<title>Faith</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote years ago. Take from it what you will.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/286919/</link>
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			<title>Burnt Out</title>
			<description>A former superhero is forced out of retirement. Meanwhile, he is at constant battle with hidden internal problems to keep an even greater danger from being unleashed. Even a happy ending ends badly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Heretic/281730/</link>
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