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		<description>The original writings of author Biata</description>
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			<title>A Demon's Plea.</title>
			<description>* Previously known as 'Lucifer's Plea.'
I don't know why I keep writing poetry, I'm no poet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1122524/</link>
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			<title>Darkness.</title>
			<description>Darkness has enveloped me, the two of us now one.For darkness was always there,when friends were few to none.&amp;nbsp;I say again, we have become one,For she knows she&amp;rsquo;ll never die.If she can hold onto the likes of me,she surely shall get by.&amp;nbsp;Now..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1122522/</link>
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			<title>Love &amp; a Noose.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;ve been searching all my life,For a way, a blessing may you, to endthis strife.&amp;nbsp;But in my searching, I found insteadyou,And within your hands you held my noose.&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t want to be in love, I did noteven care to feel.Bu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1113692/</link>
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			<title>Soul Mate: What is perfect?</title>
			<description>&quot;What is love? And what the hell is perfection? And why do we even use it? And why does it cause so much pain?&quot;
I received this question from a good friend of mine, and decided to take my spin on it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1111101/</link>
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			<title>Painful Memoirs.</title>
			<description>Parisitic leachings that could only guarantee life teachings.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1104942/</link>
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			<title>Ready for what they speak of, as love.</title>
			<description>Love, love, love. Oh, how I feel I'm ready for you. Even if I am so terrified of your presence.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1104923/</link>
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			<title>Brick Walls</title>
			<description>Facing the past and the present is always in the eye of the person standing before their own.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1104046/</link>
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			<title>The House</title>
			<description>Grudges, poison, abandoned houses.
Never a good thing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1103959/</link>
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			<title>The Girl of Diamond Eyes</title>
			<description>Just a little personal development for you all.
Written when dark times were starting to surface to the light in my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beviarium/1103951/</link>
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