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		<description>The original writings of author Quaddeth</description>
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			<title>3 years later. </title>
			<description>You have no idea how painful this is. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/1012886/</link>
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			<title>Welcome to Paradise </title>
			<description>I haven't been on in a while</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/1008113/</link>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>I do not know what this is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/921706/</link>
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			<title>Nautical tales</title>
			<description>I think descriptions are self-indulged</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/761384/</link>
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			<title>Manuscript</title>
			<description>Linear peculiarities are important. Follow the lines downward when reading.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/731180/</link>
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			<title>We never know</title>
			<description>Short but I don't write for anyone but myself, I don't publish for anything but catharsis. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/695639/</link>
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			<title>Physicalities</title>
			<description>Just a short one; there has been a major lack of uploads on my behalf. This poem was directed towards males of my age just focusing on their bodies and not minds. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/621427/</link>
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			<title>Time follows in a close second</title>
			<description>I know I said I wouldn't be releasing anything for a while but I found this whilst cleaning out my clutter, its a poem I wrote a month or so ago which I forgot about. Make of it what you will.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/609288/</link>
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			<title>Dancing the dance of life</title>
			<description>I felt a warmth just knowing I wasn't in a rush anywhere. This will be the last poem i'll release for a while so savour it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/608894/</link>
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			<title>My umi says</title>
			<description>We should all live in our own minds, and turn our guns towards those that do not. For those of you wondering.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/608637/</link>
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			<title>The end is nigh</title>
			<description>Just another apocalyptical piece, I think I feel an obsession coming on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/608389/</link>
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			<title>The last judgement</title>
			<description>Inspired by Michaelangelo's Sistine Chapel work. The renaissance man. This story serves as a reminder to all artists that we must continue to express artisitic freedom in the midst of oppression.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/607398/</link>
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			<title>Life's ambiguity</title>
			<description>Life is somewhat of an uncertainty and definately the phrase &quot;Life doesn't come with a manual&quot; springs to mind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/606603/</link>
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			<title>The Somnabulist Sweetheart</title>
			<description>Just a day to day experience of mine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/584457/</link>
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			<title>Alex and the Atlas</title>
			<description>A short, unfinished piece. One of my first stories. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/584417/</link>
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			<title>Green Blaspheme</title>
			<description>I'm not too sure about describing this one, its a very simple poem including various feelings, jelousy being the underlying feeling. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/581103/</link>
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			<title>Black Box</title>
			<description>This really is just a poem about being trapped inside of comfort, I wrote it last night after being peeved by this thought and I wasn't able to sleep until I got it down. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/580937/</link>
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			<title>The Rat Race</title>
			<description>The Rat Race is about our conforming society and its inability to think for itself, repetition in ones schuedule and the like and the grotesqueness attached to those that 'blend in'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/580665/</link>
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			<title>Opacus Sententia</title>
			<description>Just an odd few lines I put together on a bus journey after seeing a crow. I entitled the poem as such because of the history attached to latin, and wanted to place it amongst a Roman prophecy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/580592/</link>
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			<title>Dream - My first ever poem.</title>
			<description>This piece was to be my first. At the ripe old age of fifteen I took it upon myself to sit down and just write, I understand there are many errors in it, however I felt that taking them away would destroy the innocense of the poem. I hope you enjoy it, a </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quaddeth/465090/</link>
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