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		<description>The original writings of author Sekretively DePhiant</description>
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			<title>Love You Past Ur Pain</title>
			<description>I LOVE THE WAY YOU SMILE ITS LIKE THE SUN CASTING A BRIGHT LIGHT OVER THE MEADOWS ONLY TO REVEAL FIELDS OF ROSE PETALS &amp;amp; CAST SHADOWS OVER THE GHETTOS. BUT I'D RATHER SEE A TEAR FALL SO THAT I MAY SEE CLEAR ALL, OF WHAT YOU'RE FORCED TO CONTAIN, I SEE YOUR HEART STRAINS TO CO..</description>
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			<title>Love n Turbulence</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve always been asked the inevitable question&amp;hellip; Hows your lovelife? Or a more demanding&amp;hellip; Tell me about your lovelife&amp;hellip; Is it really a matter of great concern, or it is simply a conversation topic for lack of anything else to talk about? For one thing&amp;hellip; one..</description>
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			<title>Not To Be Played With</title>
			<description>Being Sick n Tired of Being Sick n Tired</description>
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			<title>My Thoughts</title>
			<description>Randoms about love, lust, n relationships</description>
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			<title>Teasing</title>
			<description>Teasing&amp;nbsp;I want to take your candied c**t between my hungry lips and quench my thirst with the nectar of a goddess.My hands slide beneath your cool cotton blouse, caressing full Nubian breasts.I close my eyes, allowing my fingertips to be my guide. They spring forth and fill my..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dephiant/384290/</link>
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			<title>Waiting too long</title>
			<description>My cousin was the prettiest bride I ever saw. She was heart-stopping in sparkling white tulle and lace but my eyes remained on her maid of honor Gwendolyn. She sat at the bridal table with a sexy grin on her full glossy lips as Lisa&amp;rsquo;s new brother-in-law spoke of the happy couple. I drowned out..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dephiant/384283/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>A letter to my Muse</description>
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