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		<description>The original writings of author Senseless whatever</description>
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			<title>Nightmares</title>
			<description>Beginning of several shorts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/1227913/</link>
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			<title>Lost and Found</title>
			<description>The beginning, I will probably reedit and break this into chapters soon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/991018/</link>
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			<title>Drowning</title>
			<description>Emotions, pressing in from all sides.Blanket my very being.Kicking and clawing up toward the light.Some salvation, hope undaunted.Icy velvet drapes wrapping my limbsHindering movementEach breath stuntedMy vision blurred and broken..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/966753/</link>
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			<title>Three AM</title>
			<description>In those strange hours&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Between waking and sleepWhen even the night creatures rest&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your soul still dances with meAlone, trapped in the recess&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/Brown-dog/960219/</link>
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			<title>Nightmare</title>
			<description>A short add....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/940682/</link>
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			<title>They weren't There</title>
			<description>Not mine.  Song lyrics just just seem to hit the mark.  Kinda playing with me like a new muse.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/940487/</link>
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			<title>I slipped</title>
			<description>Thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/933991/</link>
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			<title>One Thousand Times</title>
			<description>You know who. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/901502/</link>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>Random thoughts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/894368/</link>
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			<title>Smoke in the Hills</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/889792/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>Fingers dampened&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Clasping lightly a sweat beaded glass.Ice tinkles softly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chilling the golden liquid before being swallowed.Sit back and think, listen&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/825967/</link>
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			<title>The Fall</title>
			<description>Ravens fall from the skiesLost to magic&amp;rsquo;s twisted and confoundedInnocence lost, stolen and swayedFollowing a path well paved with loss and conceitHiding behind a mask of complacencyFollowing the wayward direction lostLeading into the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/815608/</link>
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			<title>Unknown</title>
			<description>Crouched low, elbow on knee, high in the shadowsShielded by the night, darkness, and distanceHead down, eyes cast forward, catalogingWaitingAutumn breeze brings lilac scents lazily Ginger speckled rabbit hops below the windowEars twisting a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/810178/</link>
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			<title>Nightmares Come</title>
			<description>Nightmares comeWhen the sun warms my skin as I survey these ruinsSleep brings a sad telling worldWorlds of what could have been, should beDeep dark subconscious telling me what I know The who I should have been, the skills I now try to rekindle..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/808063/</link>
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			<title>Missing</title>
			<description>A short story teaser</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/804988/</link>
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			<title>I Wait</title>
			<description>Just random stuff. Too much on my mind, mostly things I can't effect and not changing what I can. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/802305/</link>
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			<title>Whispering Pines</title>
			<description>Thoughts bumping around.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/799863/</link>
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			<title>RAIN</title>
			<description>Crystalline dropsCutting through the warm damp airSmall ice picks challenging my sensesDrenching skinPasting hair down around my face and covering my eyesThe world becomes distortedThis haze from aboveSteals brilliance of colors cheri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/797791/</link>
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			<title>Outside Looking In</title>
			<description>Outside looking in, things seem simple, plain.The calm, the quiet placing of dishes. Unheard words spoken with a smile.Dimlight silhouetting her graceful curves.Movement smooth and inviting&amp;nbsp;Inside the thunder looms.Like so many for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/796131/</link>
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			<title>Who/What</title>
			<description>Crimson crescent floats idlyKissing night&amp;rsquo;s dark horizon.Drones fumble below &amp;lsquo;living&amp;rsquo;Unaware of reverence bestowed.&amp;nbsp;Crickets sing, owls calling, mosquitoes feed.Dampness falls, mist rolls in, spiders crawl&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/789595/</link>
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			<title>Mirror</title>
			<description>Just thinking.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/787544/</link>
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			<title>Smoke in the Hills</title>
			<description>Publishable?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/785800/</link>
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			<title>Crimson Moon</title>
			<description>Crimson moon breaks the horizon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hairsstirring on the back of my neck.The world you once knew has long since departed.&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/Brown-dog/782483/</link>
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			<title>Take my hand</title>
			<description>still a loose premise.  This can/ should be a lot more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/782355/</link>
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			<title>Red Roses</title>
			<description>Inspired by Meat Loaf, You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/780551/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>                                                                                                                                                                Floating in a silver gray cloud of emotionWanting that which sails out of reachMy muse taunts me from a distanceDancing on the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brown-dog/778836/</link>
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