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			<title>My Book of Truth</title>
			<description>Something I wrote in regards to lies I've told/written down. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stealthybrownie/1145061/</link>
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			<title>Had a thought:</title>
			<description>I was bored one day and my mind ran wild. This is what I thought up.</description>
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			<title>Phantom</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote six years ago.</description>
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			<title>Poet Treason</title>
			<description>This was a poem I wrote years ago. The point of this poem was to string sentences together so that they made sense - but on their own they have no meaning. </description>
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			<title>Star Canvas </title>
			<description>There's a star canvas-sheet that rests above my headYet, I awoke from a sleep to a bright lit love shining in my night instead.&amp;nbsp;My stars are like Gems, and my moon is one too,&amp;nbsp;so let me please, let me be the sun that shines above you.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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