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			<title>Mass Genocide</title>
			<description>Holocaust.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/471732/</link>
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			<title>Another Tale of Insignificance</title>
			<description>My face grows warm, rearing out of control.I try to reign it in, but like the others, It flows free and true.I&amp;rsquo;ve never felt this way before.Suddenly, I can&amp;rsquo;t speak.My throat has closed up, the words halted before a breath can be taken.I choke on my own thoughts, tripping o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/382421/</link>
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			<title>An Echo</title>
			<description>Confusion encases my being.Names swirl through my subconscious,Thoughts billowing out in all directions.Ideas thrown around like a rag doll misplaced,Lost, confused, and misunderstanding,She, as well as I, turn to the empty black in our minds.Left alone with our thoughts, we are ab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/382403/</link>
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			<title>One.</title>
			<description>The rain sprinkled my face with droplets, much like a new morning&amp;rsquo;s dew. They powdered my bare back with wet diamonds, running down to the convergence. My wings shone iridescent in the faint light of the morning. Their normal aqua tint now replaced with the hues of the forest that surround..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/382358/</link>
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			<title>Melodies of Withered Wings</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/382357/</link>
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			<title>Remembering Sorrows</title>
			<description>Written for a contest on Mibba that limited me to exactly 500 words.

Subject: Color.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/382356/</link>
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			<title>The Picture Fades; a Memory Long Gone</title>
			<description>Original.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/381981/</link>
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			<title>Solitary Sounds and Insensitivities</title>
			<description>Original.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/381980/</link>
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			<title>The Art of Shadows</title>
			<description>I smiled up at the boy whose chest I was currently resting upon. He smirked down at me, wrapping his arms tighter around my body. I cuddled into him, my head falling in the crook of his neck. His warmth spread throughout my body, encasing me in heat. I slid my small hands into the pockets of his fav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/381978/</link>
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			<title>Take a Breath</title>
			<description>An Allie/Zi original.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zibracakes/381977/</link>
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