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			<title>THE VEIL OF LOVE</title>
			<description>A short story about true love and heart break. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zer0/682071/</link>
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			<title>For Misery </title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;I slow dance with Misery, to obscure melodiesAs she presses her impassive body against mineAnd I liquefy beneath her familiar embrace:The cool static resonance of a remembered form&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I slow dance with Misery, entranced by dark bea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zer0/399226/</link>
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			<title>Reflection </title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;I feel guilty. So wretchedly, inconsolably, insufferably guilty. I stand here reticently staring at the creature staring at me, from behind the clouded plate glass of this gleaming mirror. Normally I despise mirrors, can&amp;rsquo;t stand them, but tonigh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zer0/399146/</link>
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			<title>White Paper Ward</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  -I- Electricity.I am writing again. Pretending that this sub-standard string of words; this badly structured syntax; this theatre of symbolism, is more than just a faulty illusion by a defective stage magician. Pretending that there is some profo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zer0/396420/</link>
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			<title>Death Vendor </title>
			<description>Something I scribbled down at 3 am in the morning. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zer0/396419/</link>
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			<title>Crystal Meth Clear</title>
			<description>My gleaming blade it slows the heartThis shaking hand a perfect calmThis mind is clear as crystal methThese eyes adhere like canting death.And all the world becomes one shadeA perfect crimson red I've madeI know at once what must be doneTo escape, the morning sunSweet,Seductive,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zer0/396418/</link>
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			<title>Blood and Ink</title>
			<description>A dark reflection on writing and the page. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zer0/396417/</link>
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			<title>A Passing Whisper</title>
			<description>A free verse poem. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zer0/396416/</link>
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