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			<title>Hateth</title>
			<description>This is actually one of my favorite poems I have made because I finally set myself free from the hypocrisy of loving people and society.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haydenherickson/1167720/</link>
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			<title>Perfect Liar</title>
			<description>It's only a personal poem. I was extremely upset this morning and wanted to just let it out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haydenherickson/1167485/</link>
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			<title>Visiting Earth</title>
			<description>	I can't remember my life before I left home to see the wondrous designs that my Father made. I told my He and my friends that I should return for a short while. I do remember how excited I was when I first stepped outside of my house to go out and have a lovely adventure. I first thought of going i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haydenherickson/1145662/</link>
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			<title>No One Loves Me</title>
			<description>I dare you to tryLove a man like me todayYou'd leave me again</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haydenherickson/1141413/</link>
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			<title>The Exile</title>
			<description>	An urban legend speaks of a man who lived in a small city that was ravaged by poverty and sodomy, ruled by council whose eyes are veiled from the truth and the truth, hindered by the so-called truthsayers, do not dare to even speak a hint of it. He served the failing education system with a sense o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haydenherickson/1138407/</link>
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			<title>Dost Thou Know, My Son</title>
			<description>Dost Thou Know, My Son?Dost Thou Know Thy father ere thy birth?That he hath killed&amp;nbsp;treacherous snakesthat he hath slain beasts of blood and battle?I prithee forgive meThy soul be pure from my actionsThe war was for thee and allFor freedomFreed from plagues and woesFreed from tyranny and villain..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haydenherickson/1138038/</link>
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			<title>Darkest of Days</title>
			<description>Master,The nights have grown coldand men utter darkness even the brightest of daysThey crept unto meTrying to catch me unguarded by your lightBut I fear not themI fear youThey may speak destructionFrom their lipsBut my soul, unaffected by them,trembles at your VoiceIf they dare strike me down,they b..</description>
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