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			<title>The Paper Man of Bordeax</title>
			<description>Locked in solitude, locked in grace,A man left with many thoughts to chase,And confined to a bed, confined to the cold,He spent days on suffering, a perseverance so bold.&amp;nbsp;Deprived of touch, deprived of taste, Abandoned by those purely disgraced,Stripped of sens..</description>
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			<title>Mildewed in My Mouth and Sunshine in The Morning</title>
			<description>About a girl</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harmfulpoet/445337/</link>
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			<title>On Strawberries</title>
			<description>  Life is like a box of strawberries. Or so I&amp;rsquo;ve begun to think so. It&amp;rsquo;s perhaps the simplest, most silly metaphor for it. Well Forrest Gump said life is like a box of chocolates, and I agree, but I&amp;rsquo;m eating strawberries at the moment, so we&amp;rsquo;re going to talk a..</description>
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			<title>Memories of a Dying Girl</title>
			<description>&quot;There was just this feeling of emptiness when she wasn't around&quot;; An extract of my work.</description>
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