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		<description>The original writings of author Ian Duncan Arbogast</description>
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			<title>Nothing</title>
			<description>It was a dark and stormy night.Cobwebs were strewn about every which way in every which location, lingering with a foreboding aura as they danced in the cold wind of October.The house was empty, but very much alive; thought not in the way you might expect.Shadows invisible to the naked eye skittered..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/1447290/</link>
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			<title>Not as we had expected</title>
			<description>Hey guys! It's been a long time since I've written something so uh...here you go.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/1055234/</link>
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			<title>Loose_1</title>
			<description>Lately my writing's been rather...well, boring. So what I've done is attempted a new, more rap-ish style with rhymes about random things. Enjoy...or not, up to you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/795525/</link>
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			<title>Rules to Live By</title>
			<description>It's a beautiful worldjust open your eyesLook past the bullshitlook past the liesBe a friendly persondon't hate, don't despiseDon't be a dumbass, you're better of wiseDo what you docall it your professionBe who you aredefine your expressionPut on the makeup, the camera's readyThis is your life, so k..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/736693/</link>
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			<title>Ian's Theory of Physical Inclination</title>
			<description>Just a theory I've been cooking up since I was around 14.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/727698/</link>
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			<title>Who am I to You?</title>
			<description>I would really enjoy to hear your different perspectives of who I am as a person, so post away.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/723640/</link>
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			<title>Update, May 4th, 2011</title>
			<description>I would just like to apologize in advance for the fact that this is basically a blog, but if I were to post this on my facebook my mother would most-likely get pissed at me(to be frank).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/723224/</link>
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			<title>Unique</title>
			<description>So you say you're civilized?I say you've all got no livesSo what if mine is digitized?I've got my bows, my blades, and my sweet a*s ridesso don't denyask me whyI do what I doI've said this before,I am me, you are you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/701435/</link>
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			<title>Flawed(?)</title>
			<description>I'm not a working manI don't planto clear the sandof forsaken landsthat we call &quot;home&quot;where we dwell herementally aloneanother stone in the binif you take your trip outthat's itthey win</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/681547/</link>
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			<title>No Clue What to Call This Either</title>
			<description>Her own personal hellring the bellthere's no time to tellshe's lifeless and alonesitting in her supposed homeshe feels trappedlike a catacombshe criesto disguiseher ever growing angeranyone in her way is in mortal danger</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/681364/</link>
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			<title>No Clue What to Call This</title>
			<description>In vain?My words'll crack ya like a chainhit 'cha hard like the fastest freight trainthen you will feel itthe bliss i call pain</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/681360/</link>
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			<title>Me</title>
			<description>I was on a roll doing this is my head, so I thought I'd put it up</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/673899/</link>
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			<title>Perks and Perfections</title>
			<description>Follow Zack, Sasha, and Eva on their conquest to conquer the world which has wronged them time and time again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/670578/</link>
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			<title>Cruelty Simplified</title>
			<description>Its length can never hope to match the emotions it invokes in me. As long as you're human, abide by this rule and you may survive.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/670278/</link>
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			<title>Departure</title>
			<description>Why is this happening to me?!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/616555/</link>
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			<title>Wandering Warrior</title>
			<description>sandals at my toesstraw at my headwithin my vicinity you'll most likely be deadjingling hilt and shining wraps for ensuring the longest of napswith soil at my feet and embers at my bladeyou will watch my bloody serenade</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/588350/</link>
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			<title>Kiss of Steel</title>
			<description>The kiss of steeldoin'back flips off the ferris wheela couple modern ninjas just keepin' it realwe're swiftlike an ocean driftflow like water and give it some shiftaccel-e-ratehit the gas, go fast off the over passget there last and they will surely lynch your assshu-ri-kenjust tell us where and whe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/573592/</link>
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			<title>The Tragedy of Beta</title>
			<description>I've been called many things, but &quot;hero&quot; will never be one of them. I go by the name of Beta. My real identity is, and always will be, a secret. I guess you could call me the business end of an experiment gone wrong...A friend of mine was a real wiz when it came to just about everything. He's always..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/565125/</link>
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			<title>Will of the Fighter</title>
			<description>I know a guy named Bullhe's got legs just like a jethe's about the strongest guy I have ever metfists like claws andthe heartofatigerhe'll never let it go;the Will of the Fighter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/564102/</link>
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			<title>Storm of All Storms</title>
			<description>they called me the kid in the corneralienatedanother foreignerthey called me strangethat'll never change, but now i'moldercolderand a hell of a lot bolderso you'd better get readykeep your hands steadyfor the stormof all storms</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/561947/</link>
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			<title>The New &quot;America&quot;</title>
			<description>What happened to the United States?...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/546933/</link>
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			<title>Freshman
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			<description>Hey guys. After my near-death slumber from this place, I am back with yet another random mash of words. I hope you enjoy them 'cause I sure as hell don't. xD</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/544284/</link>
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			<title>Death by an Inch</title>
			<description>T'was a night like any other. The radiance of the lights ever-glowing, the rooms distilled with a deep emptiness. I was in a good mood so I decided I would try my hand at some science homework, however, I did not have a writing utensil. As an attempt to solve the problem, I headed up the stairs, for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/534272/</link>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>vanished?dispersed?Am i giftedor cursed?the story coming to a closethe climax of the movie finally arosethe sands beginning to ceasethe wind no longer swaying the treesthe final card's been dealtas if short-living iceam I to melt?...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/534250/</link>
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			<title>Swilring Sands of Redundancy</title>
			<description>seconds turns to minutesminutes turns to hourshours turn to daysdays turn to weeksweeks turn to monthsmonths turn to yearsyears turns to centuriescenturies turn to decadesdecades turn to dust</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/525132/</link>
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			<title>Random Story </title>
			<description>Just a short story i wrote when I was bored...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/524312/</link>
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			<title>Blocked River</title>
			<description>the once tranquil river now ceasedswallowed by the darknesssponged empty by the ephemeral phenomena</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/520804/</link>
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			<title>Steps of Mourn</title>
			<description>This is how I feel in the morning</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/518568/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: fight in the Sky</title>
			<description>I did not write this, Cazzy did.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/515398/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Life In The Clouds</title>
			<description>I groaned and fell from my satin bed onto the floor with a sigh. &quot;What do you want?&quot; I called. &quot;Your father wants to see you.&quot; answered my father's assistant. &quot;Isn't it a bit early to ruin my day?&quot; I screeched, standing up and dusting off my clothes.After preparing myself, I head for Father's room, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/515176/</link>
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			<title>-not established-</title>
			<description>-coming soon-</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/515168/</link>
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			<title>Fans...</title>
			<description>One question that I always catch buzzing amongst my mind is whether I really do have supporters. Quite honestly, I hate to be rude but, who here is an honest-to-god &quot;fan&quot; of me or my works? I'm only asking of pure curiosity. Feel free to not answer...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/514650/</link>
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			<title>Forbidden Fruits</title>
			<description>Seeing that it is the one, the only Valentines Day once again, I'm going to dig up a rather 'touchy' subject; sex (yep, I just went there)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/511145/</link>
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			<title>Loss of Interest?</title>
			<description>...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/509615/</link>
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			<title>High School</title>
			<description>lined with paper and broken dreamssee the light before it gleamsthe vicious hounds that fill the streetprowling for a piece of meatlinks of chains entwined by traitscorridors of hope shadowing the pita stone prison of fantasyreality postponedas you climb the stairsyou reach the ladderin hope to embr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/503060/</link>
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			<title>Determination</title>
			<description>I was bored as hell in English so I scribbled this onto the back of an excel spreadsheet</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/488481/</link>
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			<title>Rhyme</title>
			<description>I'm on a roll haha</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/485405/</link>
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			<title>My Theory</title>
			<description>No description.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/473883/</link>
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			<title>The Cask of Amontillado Essay</title>
			<description>An essay I wrote for English (first course)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/471065/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>MY explanation of 'life'.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/449295/</link>
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			<title>My First Drink</title>
			<description>A poem describing my first sip of alchohol</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/446909/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1-The First Piece (Still Incomplete but updated)</title>
			<description>Matsuko and Kasenaru set off to find the first piece which is located deep in the jungles of South America.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/446166/</link>
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			<title>Prologue-How It All Began</title>
			<description>A housefire, mysterious group, and a hot-tempered teenager.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/445375/</link>
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			<title>The Last One to Fall</title>
			<description>A tale of brothers and teamwork to defeat evil.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/443925/</link>
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			<title>Weapon Rant (Violent)</title>
			<description>There are many ways to have fun...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/441681/</link>
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			<title>August 10th 2009, 7:34 AM</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My ideas are like little eggs in their nests that have yet to hatch. Some even die before they're given a chance to live. The lucky few that make it farther, taste the joy of flight only to be yanked back to the ground and put to rest yet again.I wish to set them all free but I cannot do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/441554/</link>
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			<title>A Gaze Into the Eyes of a Killer</title>
			<description>I wrote this earlier as a blog for myspace because I was rather bored.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/441068/</link>
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			<title>Demons of the Night</title>
			<description>Pretty self explanatory.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/439373/</link>
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			<title>The Air</title>
			<description>You might not 'get' this poem unless you read it multiple times.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/439372/</link>
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			<title>Plastic Rose</title>
			<description>From shining sea to sandy desert you all know what this poem means.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edgarallenpoe/414367/</link>
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