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		<description>The original writings of author Elise</description>
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			<title>A day moon. January 5th</title>
			<description>I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topic. So here is the first of many short pieces.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/1709549/</link>
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			<title>A year after your death. January 4th</title>
			<description>I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topic. So here is the first of many short pieces.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/1709546/</link>
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			<title>You're standing in a doorway.January 3rd</title>
			<description>I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topic. So here is the first of many short pieces.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/1709542/</link>
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			<title>A time someone said no. January 2nd</title>
			<description>I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topic. So here is the first of many short pieces.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/1709538/</link>
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			<title>A sunday afternoon, January 1st</title>
			<description>I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topic. So here is the first of many short pieces.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/1709533/</link>
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			<title>Muirn Beatha Dan</title>
			<description>Day gives way to night, another endless beyond without Looking into the stars I see your face in everyoneWave&amp;rsquo;s crash on the shoreline, the wind howls an endless cryMy world is cloaked in despair As the stars wink out I look to the moon Gazing down on me with a glow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/490437/</link>
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			<title>Nothing</title>
			<description>Without you the sunshine's no more, Birds swallow their song, flowers wither into ash. Day turns to night, the world stops spinning. Love is lost to darkness the moons glow becomes an endless sea. Nothing is left but a life plagued with emptiness and the insistent scream of lost love.I fee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/480722/</link>
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			<title>Love through the storm</title>
			<description>I know it doesn't completely rhyme but i just wanted to express the love I've lost and the love I've found again in my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/479591/</link>
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			<title>Life..</title>
			<description>This one's a personal piece for me about my life I've recently updated it so please excuse any spelling or punctuation errors.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/478773/</link>
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			<title>Jagged Edge</title>
			<description>I did this quite a while ago and I'm planning to add more to it. It's more of a prologue to the begining of a story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/478768/</link>
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			<title>Black Rose</title>
			<description>Well this one is sort of from the heart, I know what it's like to loose so many people you love and I know it's always good to write what you know. So I gave it a go.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/478761/</link>
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			<title>Breathe</title>
			<description>I wrote this piece a while ago, I don't know if I'd really call it a poem or not but poetry has never been my strong point.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemical_sen/478758/</link>
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			<title>Breaking of dawn</title>
			<description>     Like the breaking of dawn you blind me with radiance, the ground crumbles without you the sky breaks in weeping streams behind you, when you step into view the ground becomes steady, the sun smiles an explosion of light trees murmur in unison time stands still. Foldi..</description>
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