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			<title>A Death Enjoyed</title>
			<description>Hand in hand on a cliff&amp;rsquo;s edgeWalking to a stunning view,The eternal beauty in your soul.&amp;nbsp;Stabbed, slashed, silenced,Your evil smile fades as I fall.&amp;nbsp;Dropping over the edge,I smile spreading my arms wide,Enjoying the freefall prior to a crushing stop.&amp;nbsp;Bruis..</description>
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			<title>In my darkness</title>
			<description>Why should my heart dwell on thee,When dark is the night calling me?I would say I wander aimlessly,Confused and alone in the dark.But that would be a lie!For I know my path,The wolf path, hungry for blood.Running with the pack,Anxious, and set on the killYou do not matter to me, on..</description>
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			<title>A Sweet Death</title>
			<description>Like misty menthol smokeYour warmth draws me near.Like vampires drawn to bloodI am drawn to you,Wanting you again and againLike the taste of blood.The first trickle of sweetness,Your body, your soul,I kiss and sink my teeth in,Tasting your confused self.Intertwined, without sense..</description>
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			<title>Christmas Morning</title>
			<description>Foot switches foot on the icy floor.Hands warmed by a cup of minty coffee.Stirring ashes of yesterday&amp;rsquo;s fire,Embers alight, dancing, breathing anew.Awaiting the morning light,I sit in the window waiting for Christmas morning.&amp;nbsp;With the slightest movement of air,The sweet sm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brecan/354571/</link>
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			<title>On the Water</title>
			<description>Bruised and&amp;nbsp;broken by stormy seas,Wavering and lost you search for shores of hope,Finding me instead, drowning in turbulent waters.&amp;nbsp;You took me in only to risk the depths yourself;Now without rudder, now without sail,We wander to and fro, alone in the night.&amp;nbsp;As days pa..</description>
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