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			<title>Four Stones Trilogy - Book 1 Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I actually started writing book 1 after I started book 2.  Book 2 was so complicated I had to stop that to write book 1.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsyali/316128/</link>
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			<title>Four Stones Trilogy - Book 1</title>
			<description>This is a novel I am working on. I started the idea/writing it inthe 8th but have done most of the work in the last few years.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsyali/316127/</link>
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			<title>Nothing</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;how selfish and crudei have becomeby defiling and becoming dishonesti wanted to know,oh heart strickenand sore eyesi only come to find nothing.&amp;nbsp;my desire to read those hidden truthshave simply turned into nothing.&amp;nbsp;how much i had desiredto read those forbidde..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsyali/316125/</link>
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			<title>Withered</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The rose is butchered, left alone and&amp;nbsp;scarred for life.There is nothing I can do for it.My translucent tears fall as I weepfor that weltered rose.&amp;nbsp;The silvery surrounding and thebitter bite of the air is a beacon, a tribute, for thatwithering away rose. Alone, o..</description>
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			<title>Romantics Deaths</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A life from a different windowI bleed wisdoms from my soulOnly becoming more unwilling,I fight Romantic&amp;rsquo;s deathsThat tends to bloom in the springThere are, no more leavesFor the wind to disturbI can handle the hard felt rainBut the wind is too strong&amp;nbsp;If you don&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsyali/316120/</link>
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			<title>Illusion</title>
			<description>I wrote this for a college poetry class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsyali/316116/</link>
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			<title>Chamber</title>
			<description>He begins&amp;hellip;singing a tenor key of lust&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that lulls its waydeep inside to the chambers&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of her heart,the silent notes sweetly fall&amp;nbsp; to unlock those chamber doors. &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Embers of Anger</title>
			<description>I wrote this for a poetry class. One of my favorites.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artsyali/316112/</link>
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			<title>Feel Nothing.</title>
			<description>Okay, so I wrote this piece in High School and it was the only one that I found so far that didn't have horrific grammar! (So you can imagine my other pieces!) I thought this one would be a good start for Writer's Cafe.</description>
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