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		<description>The original writings of author Rayin</description>
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			<title>A new kind of paradise</title>
			<description>Inspired by Strangers - Yoko Kanno
A peaceful description of Crowd surfing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/625549/</link>
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			<title>Some time now</title>
			<description>Guess the recent theme for extra points</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/568286/</link>
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			<title>It's been a while</title>
			<description>I thought I should probably write a poem, for those that used to enjoy my poetry
before I aimlessly dissipated from the face of the earth </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/568278/</link>
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			<title>One World Not Three - 0.1 Spain | Chapter One</title>
			<description>Tour 0.1 - Spain | Chapter One: Golden Sun</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/568267/</link>
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			<title>One World Not Three - Prologue</title>
			<description>Prologue. back story to One World not Three</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/568254/</link>
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			<title>One World Not Three International Tour</title>
			<description>Originally an RP
Music related story created and written by myself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/568251/</link>
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			<title>Interact and Intervene</title>
			<description>No matter where u go I will always be with you as a friend, a friend that you never learn to understand fully because of stereotypes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/499391/</link>
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			<title>Dragonfly</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Golden steel wings, shimmering, reflecting the scorching white sun across the clear flowing stream, the screeching sound of brake callipers pounding tightly onto spinning wheels.An open clearing stood in front of the ancient metal demon jeep as it span helplessly past the green trees..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/484061/</link>
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			<title>A Far Off Memory</title>
			<description>A exclusive poem for the readers on WritersCafe</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/478188/</link>
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			<title>Feeling of emptyness</title>
			<description>based on Linkin Park video</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/477214/</link>
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			<title>Eternity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;                                    You were there at the begginning of time            When the sun and the moon met on regular intervals            You were there when plants rose from the ground&amp;nbsp;            And entangled you to the ground as they slowly climbed       ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/477213/</link>
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			<title>Derail Yourself</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;GOD FORBID&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/477211/</link>
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			<title>The Bottom of the never ending spiral</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;So this is it...The end of the ropethe finale of a story noone really knows ofThe cut in the invisible lineThe derelict bond to the universeseveredfor all eternitynothing can repear this cordas this cord is no longer existantSo Thisis the bottomof my downward spiralFo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/477210/</link>
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			<title>A Distant Howling</title>
			<description>A Commission for a friends competition</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/477209/</link>
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			<title>What if?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;What&amp;nbsp;If?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God and the&amp;nbsp;World&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/476308/</link>
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			<title>Belong</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Belonging&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To Belong,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just a feeling really...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and these feelings are treachorus,&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/476307/</link>
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			<title>Insanity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;12. InsanityI have never felt this warm breeze before, this spray&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of red that covers my face and my bodythis deep addictive scent, the smell of the liquid&amp;nbsp;that runs through your body. Or so I dream for suchI walk these empty hallways&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/476304/</link>
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			<title>Devils Flower</title>
			<description>The Devils Flower is mainly based on the fact that people
swear for no reason now, and it has become such a second nature that just a normal 'shut up' will have the F word included...
Dont think im secluded I do swear but only when its meant to insult, </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/476299/</link>
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			<title>A Room of Patience</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;So many times have I sat in that dark room&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Under the table, In the cupboard.The hours wasted in the corner&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bored...Tired...In Thought...Annoyed...DistressedThe darkness lays overlike a opaque blanketor a blindfold that actually blocks lightNot even dust part..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/476298/</link>
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			<title>Gratitude</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Thank youIm gratefulHow could I not beYou have pulled me through so muchIf not at the same timeIndividuallyYou have held me above muddy watersthat would swallow me whole...You held me when I needed holdingAnd calmed me when I was angry...I realise now who you areyou are m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/476296/</link>
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			<title>Solar &lt; Freedom</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The SunThe sun represents your will or life force. It is the conscious, extroverted, positive, male side of yourself. The sun or solar principle provides the life energy that is expressed by the rest of your chart.____________________________________________________________________&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/476295/</link>
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			<title>Let it be known</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Life is like a battlefield&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with both sides exploding&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/476292/</link>
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			<title>AchingPains</title>
			<description>A really old poem I wrote a while back</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/475959/</link>
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			<title>Light</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;3. LightThe Distant horizon&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;once more you reach outhoping to graspto take hold of the further distancing lightbut every second you spend trying to touch&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/475957/</link>
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			<title>The Fourth Bloom [Prediction]</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The Fourth Bloom [Prediction]English wasnt as I expected, to a point that is, sure we still had to sit in a classic styledclassroom, flat floor seats in rows and the new teacher was still old and moaned on and on. But something was different, that is not including the fact that my own li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/475955/</link>
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			<title>The Thrid Bloom [Confrontation]</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The Third Bloom [Confrontation]I turned to face Ren in the most uncomfortable postion imaginable hoping that this confrontation wouldnt last long, but when I finally laid eyes ontoher colourless body I was taken aback, she had the finest, darkest, bloodiest red hairI had ever seen, her..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/475954/</link>
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			<title>The Second Bloom (Aura)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Second Bloom (Aura)Time seemed to drag by and every second felt like a minute as we continued to look at each other both as curious as the other, I knew something was odd as soon as she had entered the room but it had only caught on now that this girl had no aura, unlike everyone else, it ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/475951/</link>
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			<title>The first Bloom</title>
			<description>The First BloomI had never really considered the possibility of finding that special someone,that person that will stand alongside you through the harshness and bittermoments as well as those moments that should be shared with others,they warm your heart and take away the inner bitterness...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/475950/</link>
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			<title>The Scarlet-Red Lotus</title>
			<description>The ScarletRed Lotus
Written by Reaver 
all story and characters belong to him and must not be copied </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ReaverSlain/475947/</link>
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