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			<title>Silent But Strong</title>
			<description>I really must re-visit this, for it is incomplete. The tone is not right.</description>
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			<title>Ever More Strange</title>
			<description>Written around December 2008.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Night_Mare/418848/</link>
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			<title>The Memory Intent to Haunt</title>
			<description>I wrote this perhaps eight months ago. As you can tell, nearly all of my poems are drawn off of the same thing- which is quite obvious.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Night_Mare/418846/</link>
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			<title>Freeing</title>
			<description>This poem, written perhaps six months ago, is about my struggle with loneliness, Satan, and the bad habits I had.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Night_Mare/418845/</link>
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			<title>Actions Lie Louder Than Words</title>
			<description>Wrote this perhaps an half a year ago.</description>
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			<title>Beneath the Truth is the Past</title>
			<description>Cobwebs of nonsense cover burned memoriesIn the place we both would meetthe past, it is, and cold it is.Though only I return you lay in wait there yetblowing notes from to and frorecall our love, you wretched foeand return there with me&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;gather you together for when you'..</description>
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			<title>The Fair One Upon the Wall</title>
			<description>I really am not sure as to how good this one is; it is something I simply wrote somewhat mindlessly. I felt compelled to do so.

Photo credit to Katherine of Chicago's Flickr photostream.
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			<description>I wrote this on 5/22/2009 at school.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Night_Mare/417919/</link>
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			<title>Hasten, Time</title>
			<description>I wrote this at school on 4/30/2009.</description>
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			<title>Divided</title>
			<description>I wrote this in school on 4/24/2009.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The_Night_Mare/417907/</link>
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			<title>Self</title>
			<description>I wrote this on 4/13/2009 in school.</description>
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