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		<description>The original writings of author Blue</description>
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			<title>The Ritual of Leviticai</title>
			<description>A Lovecraftian tale about one civilization's ritual to their gods, and what it means for their future.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/2070650/</link>
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			<title>Only That Death Must Come</title>
			<description>A cigarette lights in darkness	and despair  A glass of juice and vodka	vodka vodkaLike a bird flying against wind	try as I might	always give in	The sorrow of my soul	express its self	in hazardous wayThe need to let loose, to fly	builds up in me	as I dieWill I ever be free..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/964482/</link>
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			<title>What Makes a Man?</title>
			<description>Am I a man?  What makes a man?	is it the honor of his heart,	the passion in his soul,	or the intellect of the mind?I believe it may just be the madness	of his being, the torment	of his thoughts,Of course, I may be wrong in thought	to believe the insanity that	drives a man,	makes ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/963773/</link>
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			<title>The Songbird</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote, partly in my car, partly in my room.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/790705/</link>
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			<title>The Tree in the Field </title>
			<description>Alone in a field there stood a treeIn the wind swaying happilyUntil a man cameThe field he thought his to claimOh how I wish the blind could see!The fatal lossOf such a fine tree&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/465940/</link>
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			<title>Dreams of the Tower</title>
			<description>Once upon a midnight hourI was sleeping in the towerOf deep dreams and thoughts so sourI prayed to God that very hourBut no hope for me could be seenAs I dreamt that dasterdly dreamAs my soul whined in frightMurder was commited before my sightOf course the hand that did the deedWas..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/465938/</link>
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			<title>Where Have All the Stories Gone?</title>
			<description>A short essay about the craft of short stories.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/415503/</link>
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			<title>Having Fun with Dick and Jane</title>
			<description>A dysfunctional family goes over the edge...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/413562/</link>
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			<title>The Christmas Without Frank~Part 1</title>
			<description>Part one of perhaps 2 or 3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/360613/</link>
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			<title>The Christmas Without Frank</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/360609/</link>
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			<title>Waiting</title>
			<description>Don't really know what to call this, so I called it a poem.  Its about a guy going insane waiting for a reply from the woman he loves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueoccult/360599/</link>
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