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			<title>Living</title>
			<description>Life is full of uncertainties, and without these is there a point to life?We were all brought into this world unwillingly, forced to suffer through today's society.Was it our choice?Would we have chosen this life?Questions that remain unanswered.&amp;nbsp;To live life to the fullest would mean to embrac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nmarsh/1255819/</link>
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			<title>Misty Dreams</title>
			<description>When the mist lifts it's thought that all will become clear. The burdens of life, the struggles of finding yourself, and moving on from what was once your dream.Mist can be thick. Dreams can be strong. Yet life stays an awful grey. Decisions upon decisions, but reaching a conclusion remains to be ta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nmarsh/1144184/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>When death is near all is quiet.A cold chill goes through your body and you loose all thought and feeling.Death is near.When death is near you can here the silence.The nothingness becomes you and nothing else mattersDeath is near.When death is near you remember the good times.&amp;nbsp;The days long gon..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nmarsh/1144141/</link>
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			<title>The End</title>
			<description>As the world starts to rumble,the sound of shattering glass pierces my thoughts.Have I lost all hope?Have I giving up on faith?At this exact moment what is hope and faith?Is it me surviving this ordeal?Or is it me wanting to survive?Only time will tell.As the walls engulf me,the answers become clear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nmarsh/1144138/</link>
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			<title>To be a black hole </title>
			<description>My boundaries are infiniteAs far as the eye can seeWith all my mass and gloryI still can't be meThe destruction I can causeWill be known as genocideWipeing out entire galaxiesWith nothing left to hideYet I am looked apon by manyAnd explored by someDreamed about by othersOf the day that this will com..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nmarsh/1144135/</link>
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			<title>A time for change</title>
			<description>Procrastination </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nmarsh/1144134/</link>
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			<title>Poem 1</title>
			<description>Procrastination.</description>
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