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		<description>The original writings of author Darienne</description>
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			<title>Cliche</title>
			<description>I will not write about death, and I will not write about love,For&amp;nbsp;those are the only things&amp;nbsp;people today speak of,I try and write what I know, or write what I see,But neither love or death has happened to me,I am not in love, and I have never died,So I'll wait until my funeral, o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darienne3/413240/</link>
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			<title>My Ship</title>
			<description>With a hole in my ship, water floods it to the knee.The waves come crash down, and begin to bury me,The kelp and the salt all cover my face,I'm a waste&amp;nbsp;on &amp;nbsp;this earth, in this time, in&amp;nbsp;this space,Overboard I fly with my feeble little bones,I cry out for help but&amp;nbsp;no one ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darienne3/409328/</link>
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			<title>Just Leave it Alone</title>
			<description>Eh, stuff.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darienne3/409326/</link>
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			<title>Mommy Dearest</title>
			<description>It's sort of bad, but it's just something I had to say, despite the quality of my words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darienne3/405549/</link>
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			<title>Beating of the Night</title>
			<description>A rotten skank, a dirty w***e,She talks back she gets one more,A nice red mark upon her cheek,She falls to her knees, he calls her weak,She cries in pain, and gets a kick,Another sound, another comes quick,She 'learns her lesson' and is left alone,Locked in the cold dark room she calls..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darienne3/399246/</link>
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			<title>Superior and Simple Minds</title>
			<description>A rebel with a cause or a clever monster in dusguise?A mask covers his torched features and you can't see his eyes,Swords skills that are superior and a voice smooth with charm,He assures&amp;nbsp;he's here to help us would never cause us harm,The government he claims it to be,&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Conspr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darienne3/399243/</link>
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			<title>Luring the Naive</title>
			<description>Highly simple</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darienne3/399242/</link>
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