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			<title>Little Red Riding Hood and a Can of Mace</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Little Red Riding Hood and a can of maceTraveling through this dark alley,a seedy place.Lurking shadows,The watchful eye,Wicked figures begin to spy.&amp;nbsp;A faint echo of foot stepsFollow the cloaked angel&amp;rsquo;s demise.The cringe of fear,A silent thoughtIf the strange..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zyanya/305667/</link>
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			<title>The Spinstress and the Mistress</title>
			<description>The word spinstress is a fancier way to say spinster.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zyanya/304304/</link>
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			<title>Poem</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A birth of tar and fireBlack sunrise waking after the moon.Tortured poet lover bond to your cocoonWords are twisted strong and tightHaiku, sonnet and couplet dance around the free form rant.Outside the thread you hear a chantThe winged mistress flies from cup to cupChanti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zyanya/303648/</link>
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			<title>Was</title>
			<description>WasFrozen photograph I can't believeIt could have been a fairy taleinstead we failedIf we could freeze time back when love was hope and innocenceyet time waits for no onein my pain I thought devil was your namenow I see time has made us brokenUnderneath the skin you can see reality..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zyanya/303414/</link>
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			<title>Plaster and Flesh</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Plaster and Flesh&amp;nbsp;Flesh tone stitching across your lips designed to keep the truth locked in.Forget how to scream no one wants to hear.Keep your image vacant hold your secrets near.Alabaster angel covering the pain you always win.It happened again an inch of red, black and b..</description>
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