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			<title>My Struggled Path</title>
			<description>During my senior year of high school I had to write a fictional story, and I ended up really getting into it.. I love the way I took it, but review it as you wish. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrMojoRisen/1246920/</link>
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			<title>Without Meaning</title>
			<description>This was my first piece of poetry.. Originally it was going to be a song, but as fate had decided it was to remain as is. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrMojoRisen/1141194/</link>
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			<title>Awake, Anew, the Story of You</title>
			<description>Completely changed its original aim from spiritual, to new life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrMojoRisen/1129307/</link>
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			<title>Past Shades, Future Lies</title>
			<description>I've burned my tomorrows, beyond thy passing days. Awakened to a new life, madness yet raves my brain.. Shuttering eyes remind me of a past I once knew, searching for a future of todays made up of you. Hearing the leaves of yesterday as whispers of the wind, perceived shadows reign upon thy chilling..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrMojoRisen/1128662/</link>
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			<title>(Inner) Voice</title>
			<description>Slaves to society, a haze of delusions.Conclusions are imminent, you are conforming.Ignoring the call of the soul, a call from the hole in your heart.Quick-start the car, motorized emotions.Mechanical enemies, homegrown remedies.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrMojoRisen/1128208/</link>
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			<title>A Dream to be Reality</title>
			<description>Just something I thought of during class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrMojoRisen/1128001/</link>
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