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			<title>Pink Lemons</title>
			<description>... Yeah.... Kind of random.... Sorry 'bout that....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/697672/</link>
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			<title>No Gender, No Guise, No Name</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Circuit of lies beneathOil and a greasy slickYellow bone mounts putrid skin andThick blood flows through wireUnder the eye.As the treacherous monsterSkulks about the darknessIn fear of the beauty of life.Close your eyes in hopeBreathless gasps coatThe air in such serio..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/623558/</link>
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			<title>Addiction of the Devil</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Let's play devil's advocateLips whisperAs screams seep through your veinsThe quintessence of ecstasy.Deep lust poisons the mindThe lipsThe loinsSmokey love filters through.A slaves bondBound skin tightAs though embraced by addiction.Drowned in a bloody passionTo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/619718/</link>
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			<title>Reaching Through the Glass</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hand of gentle glassReaching throughAs though liquid light pours ontoSkin so soft,So gentleReason of lightReason to nothing more than courageAs though liquid light pours intoHeart so strong,So braveEyes of pure passionDevoured in such needAs though liquid ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/619712/</link>
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			<title>The Life of the Phoenix</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The sun sat high, blazingAs the conundrum burnedA world envisionedThrough sweetness sleepingPeacefully in the bosom of the phoenixBurned to lifeIn the hour of the nightWhere shadows haunt your mindUntil all that's leftAre the ashes of the phoenixBrought to lifeBy th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/619707/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Death. Nothing but death all around. Dead grass, gray trees with shriveled leaves laying around the trunk. Far off there was a single tree sitting, in what looked like a meadow. I headed down the small slant of a hill towards the only thing that stood out in this barren wasteland.The crunch ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/615152/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Not sure that this really should be rated mature, but better safe than sorry....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/615150/</link>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every child has it at some point; an irrational fear of the dark. A monster that hides in the closet or under the bed. The boogeyman that visits their dreams. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; These are common, easily overlooked as the result of exposure to modern media. Mo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/615147/</link>
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			<title>A Hummingbird in the Dark</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/615145/</link>
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			<title>Of course I'm not your angel</title>
			<description>I'm not Daddy's little angelI'm Mommy's little devilI'm not your lovable sweetheartAnd I am far from gentleI won't sprinkle your sugarOr smile without sinMy innocence is feignedWith your lips across my skinMy angelic wings Wicked in blackRemain tucked inTight to my back..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/613787/</link>
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			<title>The Man With Obsidian Eyes</title>
			<description>He walked, shoulders slumped, dragging his feetAcross the gravel.His black coat blew behind him, swishingThrough the chilled night air.Insignificant sounds echoed throughThe empty streets; dogs barking, night owls hooting.Cars drove bySilently in the distance.Bodies lay, cozy in thei..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/608056/</link>
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			<title>The Pacifist Reading the War Book</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I'm a pacifist reading a war bookI'm the whitest shade of black,I'm the living dead.I'm the angel on your shoulder,And the devil in your head.I'm the ticking time bomb about to explodeAnd the softest petal on the prettiest rose.I'm the invisible vision,And the blazing flame..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/596442/</link>
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			<title>The Toys on the Shelves</title>
			<description>Okay it was late when I wrote this, so I wasn't entirely straight-headed so.... Its a fictional story about a girl with schizophrenia</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/593497/</link>
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			<title>Quick, Now Crawl</title>
			<description>Quick,Crawl to the sky,past the clouds,and sleep with the stars.&amp;nbsp;For just one nightYou're brighter.Blinded by truththat kills sight.&amp;nbsp;Quick,Crawl to the sea,dripping deep,and speak to the fish.&amp;nbsp;And for that momentyou're invincible.Mute by strength;su..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/588565/</link>
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			<title>Naive Girl </title>
			<description>Chapter 1</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/588553/</link>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yellow blocks spotted the dusty wooden floors of the dining room where the light floated in from the windows. A warm breeze wafted through, blowing my hair from my bows and throwing the pale red strands into my face, and making the dust from the old-fashion room spread into ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/588550/</link>
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			<title>Kissed by Flames, Cursed by Ash</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/588548/</link>
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			<title>Happy Birthday to Me....</title>
			<description>Teardrops fall,Little leaden crystalsGlistening in the dark.29 minutes to go.&amp;nbsp;The full force of It's wrath streaks through your veins.Ripping you open.27 minutes more.&amp;nbsp;All alone at such a special time.Trying to survive without the airEveryone else has sucked up...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/557388/</link>
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			<title>Truth Revealed</title>
			<description>The sun fades behindThe smokey light of the fireBlood boils beneathFury floats aboveCoated in Ire.&amp;nbsp;Drown in the screamsIn the river of the deadThe blood is strongThe cheers go onYou smiled as they bled.&amp;nbsp;One long nightSeven times sealedDreams forgottenNightma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/535379/</link>
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			<title>Showdown</title>
			<description>Archer stood outside the school's front doors, his posture screaming Danger! I decided that walking away was the best choice here.&quot;Hey!&quot; A voice called. I turned to see Archer stroll in my direction. &quot;You didn't think you could leave without saying goodbye, now did you?&quot; &quot;Goodbye Archer.&quot; I sa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/522827/</link>
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			<title>Title Pending</title>
			<description>There are seven in total;
Isadel, Kane, Ariana, Trace, Rosabel, Alena, Carena. They are all from another planet and were sent to Earth to study humans.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/522816/</link>
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			<title>Fallen Angel</title>
			<description>People in abusive relationships that deserve so much more than what they get....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/522182/</link>
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			<title>Follow the Leader</title>
			<description>Followe the leader with a knife in hand</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/519680/</link>
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			<title>In Extremis</title>
			<description>Cut the strings, Free your soul, and Live at the point of death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/519664/</link>
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			<title>Shadows</title>
			<description>The Shadows approached, all sides surrounded by the ghostly black smog, creeping up from cracks in the ground and spreading like a deadly disease.Archer (Gaston) knew that it was much more than just smog, so much more. Kendell was proof of that; or rather, her body was proof of that. His heart a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/519649/</link>
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			<title>Swallow</title>
			<description>You feelTheir eyes on your backBaring the woundBorring into bloodReaching freezing point.No one looks.Your lungs are steelShut tightly and lockedSounds are hidden away.You hearTheir whispersTheir accusations and liesYour ears dripThe bloody mess splashingOn the hard of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/508656/</link>
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			<title>Dead Girl Gone</title>
			<description>One day you're hereThe next you're notYou may die peacefullyYou may be shotIn the stomach, with butterfliesShutterflies flutterIn the warm Winter breezeThe camera lense closesThey fall to their knees.&quot;In God we trust&quot;&quot;May peace be with you&quot;&quot;Your soul lives on&quot;The coffin lid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/506399/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3-Emerald</title>
			<description>&quot;Don't worry about Lydia. She's just mad because she's not the center of attention right now.&quot; Noah said gently. I nodded. &quot;Noah I can stay here by myself for a few minutes. You can go do whatever it is you need to do. I'll be fine.&quot; He was pacing extremely fast in the confines of the room, obvi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/503611/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2-Truth</title>
			<description>This time when I woke up, I was on a soft fluffy bed where I remembered falling asleep.I felt much better than I had before, able to move and think more clearly now that my body had replenished some of the lost blood.Calmly, the previous happenings came back to me. I wasn't shocked like I shou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/503610/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1-Attack</title>
			<description>I checked the small alarm clock next to my sleeping bag for the tenth time. Only three minutes had passed. I rolled over so I faced Emily, determined to get some sleep. I would need it if dad kept his promise to take us hiking in the morning. I groaned at the thought.Emily stirred next to me but..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/503608/</link>
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			<title>Territory</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/503606/</link>
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			<title>Sincerely Yours,</title>
			<description>Dear Death,Dear Pain,Please come,Please take me into your embraceWhere I feel whole,Where I feel.I need you nowSo much more than everI fight for breathI choke on wordsYou take it awayTake it all away.WorriesStrugglesShouts and problems.There's little leftBut it deserv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/503582/</link>
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			<title>What Am I To Do When The Sun Blows Out?</title>
			<description>Shattered and scatteredWhat a beautiful sightDrops of fireAnd smokey light&amp;nbsp;Flittering aroundThe bodies of deadBurned up airFeelings of dread&amp;nbsp;The dams are meltingFlooding them allWashing them dirtyMaking them fall&amp;nbsp;The sun of bloodAnd sky of nightThe sc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/503573/</link>
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			<title>The Battlefield</title>
			<description>Control your breathingMake them deepKeep your guardIgnore the heaps&amp;nbsp;Use your skillsMake them proudIt's live or dieDon't make a sound&amp;nbsp;Aim to shootIntend to killCover the triggerKeep it still&amp;nbsp;Another goneOn the alertOne more bodyAnother heart hurt&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/487343/</link>
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			<title>A Rose</title>
			<description>You came to meIn the form of a heartIn the form of loveYou made this start&amp;nbsp;You made my mind liquidAnd stilled my breathYou showed me my heartWas only a crest&amp;nbsp;Without yoursIt wouldn't be wholeTo cherish and care for itThat was your goal&amp;nbsp;You told me the lie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/455645/</link>
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			<title>Infinate End</title>
			<description>The light shines brightlyCasting outJust out of reachYou're captured by darknessHiddenUnwillingYour pale skin glowsSo long away from the lightIt's weak and silverStill strong and vibrantMore than everIt glows whiteIn the black of the eyeSo vastIt's endless boundary&amp;nbsp;e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/454712/</link>
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			<title>Slice</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Do it Corina!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mothers voice came to me from behind. I tried to ignore it, but I knew it was a waste, I could never ignore it before, and there was no hope of ignoring it now. The only thing left for me to do, was think like a stone, stay..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/454406/</link>
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			<title>My superpower</title>
			<description>In a current studyIt has recently been provenThat I have the preternatural abilityOf invisibility....S**t!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/454276/</link>
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			<title>It's your fault</title>
			<description>Your black heart reflects that of my ownYour souless words are repititions of mineYou &amp;nbsp;may dislike it this little detail about me,You blood,Your sweat,Your tears,They made me.You made me.Your words strengthen when they are meant to weaken,Your snides whip right past me, meant ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/453694/</link>
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			<title>Mahamari</title>
			<description>The screams echoed down the halls.She was naked, tied to a chair with barbed wire. Alone in the cell, she knew that any noise made wouldn't make it to the outside world, instead, she saved her energy, hoping someone would find her.There were large candles in metal cages hanging from the ceiling,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/452778/</link>
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			<title>Laying naked on the floor</title>
			<description>You're crumbled and broken Laying naked on the floorAll alone in your time of needToo ashamed to call for helpHe touched you, and kissed youTied you up to keep you.You're crying in the cornerYou ache and you hurt.You let this happen.Trusted a stranger, followed himYou let him in,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/450798/</link>
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			<title>Plaster the smile</title>
			<description>You smile to him, you smile to herYou make sure they all concureYou're okay, that you are fineYou make it through one more line&amp;nbsp;Plaster the smile, and stand up tallJust make sure you hide it allYou&amp;nbsp;answer this, you&amp;nbsp;laugh at&amp;nbsp;thatYou lock it up, that little fact&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/449113/</link>
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			<title>A happy family</title>
			<description>You hide in the darkAway from the noiseWaiting for the shouts to ceaseAnd the fights to end.You wait to no avail.You're alone and scared.Violence comes, it always doesWho will it be?You think of runningYou think of the endless sleep you've always wanted.You're afraid of the actio..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyOwnPesticide/448256/</link>
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