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			<title>Desolation's Partner</title>
			<description>When trust is placed in the wrong hands, it can leave your world shattered</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DespairsAngel/308495/</link>
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			<title>Bloody Tales</title>
			<description>Ask no questions, if the truth will terrify you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DespairsAngel/308490/</link>
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			<title>Gentle Warrior</title>
			<description>Having a true friend is a blessing in life that I wish upon everyone. I don't know what I would do without the people I call friends in this life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DespairsAngel/308483/</link>
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			<title>Naked Reflections</title>
			<description>I didnt realize how much this poem revealed, until I tried to read it out loud, and couldnt continue. Tears literally started to fall.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DespairsAngel/307618/</link>
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			<title>Life's Battle</title>
			<description>A poem that's meant for all the loving hands that helped me through the years</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DespairsAngel/300903/</link>
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			<title>Fall In Motion</title>
			<description>As fall turns to winter, it leaves a cold, dying feeling inside of me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DespairsAngel/300899/</link>
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			<title>Denails Embrace</title>
			<description>When the present is overwhelming, and the near past is a chokening dungeon, all thats left for the preservation of sanity, is denial.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DespairsAngel/300139/</link>
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			<title>Beloved</title>
			<description>To be led astray by a lovers whimisical smile, then coldly deserted by that smile</description>
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