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		<description>The original writings of author Drake</description>
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			<title>F**k Up</title>
			<description>A poem/rant </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XMusicLuver17X/1247213/</link>
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			<title>Masturbation</title>
			<description>A poem, haha XP</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XMusicLuver17X/1186425/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Part Two&amp;#12288;Almost two days passed before Miska felt like dealing with his former lover. He woke Zeke up the moment that the sun had set that day, feeding quickly from the young shifter before dressing him and practically dragging him out of the set of rooms that they shared.&amp;#12288;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Sorry</title>
			<description>A short poem..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XMusicLuver17X/1154505/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Part One&amp;nbsp;&quot;You smell good,&quot; Miska murmured in a soft tone, his lips moving against Zeke's chest as he rubbed small circles into his young lover's flat stomach. &quot;You smell like rain.&quot; Miska pressed a kiss to his lover's heart as he sat up slightly, balancing all of his weight on one stron..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueThe man trudging through the snow towards Braun Castle stood out clearly against the all white backdrop. He was extremely tall, with long limbs and a shaggy mop of shoulder-length dark brown hair. His large frame was wrapped tightly in a large leather and fur trench coat and a huge b..</description>
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			<title>Devoted Magic</title>
			<description>Summary in NOTE FOR REVIEWS. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XMusicLuver17X/1137831/</link>
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			<title>Drifter</title>
			<description>A Poem I wrote a while ago</description>
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