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			<title>A Start</title>
			<description>I wrote this at the end of March with the start of my livejournal account</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vnlavay/534059/</link>
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			<title>Barriers</title>
			<description>I wrote this a few weeks ago. I haven't written much of anything in a while and I was finally able to. I think this is fairly decent.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vnlavay/528974/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>I've been thinking a lot today about one person. I have them, yet I don't. I want them but I also have someone else. It's more of a depressing romance poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vnlavay/501976/</link>
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			<title>Written</title>
			<description>I haven't written in a while. I sat down today and just started typing and these are the thoughts that came to be written down</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vnlavay/479016/</link>
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			<title>Lock Them Away</title>
			<description>I suppose this could go under something better than horror but I cannot seem to find a better place to put it at the moment. There was no real plan to this poem. I wrote on a whim. Enjoy it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vnlavay/459306/</link>
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			<title>Taken</title>
			<description>A warm, gentle kissA careful glanceA low whisperYour body moves closerYour neck soft, like a peachYour breath shallowsMy fangs sink in with easeMy mouth sucks at the puncturesMy tongue laps at your free flowing bloodYou become limp in my armsYou begin to die slowlyYou fall to t..</description>
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