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			<title>10)</title>
			<description>The glowing warmth that curls around your lip as the foreign, substancepasses your mouth and enters your throat passage. A catharsis of the facialmuscles through hot compression of liquid against skin; it is a delight only tobe greeted with a momentary absence of the mind. It beckons to be fel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1373285/</link>
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			<title>Recover.</title>
			<description>Let's be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1323748/</link>
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			<title>Trace</title>
			<description>Bad poetry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1316338/</link>
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			<title>Indeed.</title>
			<description>Stupid, sappy love crap. Probably unfinished like 90% of my stuff.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1314288/</link>
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			<title>Begun</title>
			<description>Scattered, flash writing from my mind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1285725/</link>
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			<title>Music</title>
			<description>Wrote this in Creative Writing class, not sure what I think about it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1263711/</link>
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			<title>A Facade. </title>
			<description>An old book and a coffee shop.Expensive taste, in a tattered top.The war on religion, the hipster's vision.The man in the mirror, the boys in the prison.The novel in my hand, portraying this fantasy.The reality in the world, that floats beneath my feet.A bitter taste of my own medicine, seeing reali..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1213237/</link>
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			<title>War</title>
			<description>Everything in life is a struggle.On a day to day basis it's a tug of war between physicality and mentality.Your mind is a battlefield and your thoughts are the masses. Pitted up one against another; conflicting, contradicting, inflicting...pain.You want to be successful, you want to ''make it''. But..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1137453/</link>
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			<title>Nothing</title>
			<description>I am down in the depths of my mind, and I am broken. I regret all the things that I've done, and that I've spoken. I am in distress, on the outside in normal dress, no mess. But inside it's a different story. I am gone, not physically, but I am gone. I am displaced, I am here, but I'm not in the rac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1121355/</link>
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			<title>Blurred World</title>
			<description>She says, &quot;why is he so angry.&quot;&amp;nbsp;And I scream.... &quot;LOOK AT THE WORLD, TELL ME ONE REASON HE SHOULDN'T BE?&quot;Couldn't be?Why wouldn't you be?The world is full of desecrating bodies, and deceit.&amp;nbsp;Nothing in this world seems to be concrete.&amp;nbsp;Even if you take a walk right down the street, you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1108144/</link>
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			<title>A Letter.</title>
			<description>A letter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1105480/</link>
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			<title>Infinite </title>
			<description>Basically, I just read ''The Perks of Being a Wallflower&quot;, and I feel infinite. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1100614/</link>
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			<title>Reality of the Consequences</title>
			<description>When the insanity sets in.All you feel is the shaking and trembling begin.Not the end is near just the beginning to fear.For no hope found, laying around.Hour by hour time flies by, as you switch from watching&amp;nbsp;the clock&amp;nbsp;then to&amp;nbsp;just staring at the sky.Confined in your mind is just you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlastorWood/1099664/</link>
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			<title>Tick Tock, Tick Tock.</title>
			<description>The fire at the fair,the scent in the air. And in the morning, dawn. All would be there. Laughingand cheering with each other, so blas&amp;eacute;, not wanting to leave that astonishing,sun filled day. But, on this wretched night, oh! on this foul day. An event hadoccurred, that no one dared to ..</description>
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