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		<description>The original writings of author ObscenePersephone</description>
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			<title>Questions For a Fledgling Writer</title>
			<description>This was a stream of consciousness piece of writing I did recently. I like the way it turned out and wanted to share with others. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/983873/</link>
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			<title>Pollution</title>
			<description>To describe the way the poison of abuse feels inside. Seems like it's changed recently, less elusive.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/509301/</link>
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			<title>Bedroom</title>
			<description>Another attempt to describe the moment that split me in two</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/503113/</link>
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			<title>Son</title>
			<description>When my emotions take over and I can't see the important thing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/387862/</link>
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			<title>Birth</title>
			<description>I am a little dark mess.My blood-filled arms harden intoan unmovable misery.There is no new life here, she is death.Poor are the blessed souls who takeher on.Her hair is like a curse.I am collected. Like a prescription;a new car; a limited edition stamp.Suddenly the light cha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/385036/</link>
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			<title>Prayer</title>
			<description>A small prayer/letter to my Goddess one evening that poured out and even though it's not perfect, I didn't want to change it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/385034/</link>
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			<title>Paradox</title>
			<description>Written while I was in school, around 1999.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/385031/</link>
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			<title>Wine Glass</title>
			<description>About the evasiveness of memory</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/385030/</link>
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			<title>Summer Spirit</title>
			<description>An attempt to get down on the page how I feel during summer because of the memories the heat and light evokes. Still working on it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BornUnderSaturn/385029/</link>
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