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		<description>The original writings of author Train</description>
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			<title>Tryptic</title>
			<description>Names dames unheard tamesOverlong under ThamesSpeeches peaches sundayReaches impeaches runawayFeasting writ right wrongBeaches beseeches mistClouded judgementUsurp slurp roteFinal indictmentOf which the wrong gong fleetsFleeing sand time making every dimeNote taking staking lif..</description>
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			<title>Hell and Night</title>
			<description>Good gracious creator of dayLong as the nights were stillThe knight of sunrise Seduces his calmIn quelling the nightmareA numerous faultBefouled natureNot inducing stranger Things than usualUnderestimated timeBefore dreams beganUnleashing fury and calmA nestful of blood and b..</description>
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			<title>Inferi</title>
			<description>Crashing down as piles of bodies strewn from the surface conflagration arose a mist as dark and dull as the eternal bore. Dimwitted from where they fell the bodies of sunken dews leaving all life behind. And as close as an apparition beauty was torn from the confusion which they drew. Nature stacked..</description>
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			<title>For she was</title>
			<description>To be told of her is not to find anything but the words that describe her. She was amidst color brown and in her midst was the serpent's tongue. She had foliage for hair and was addressed to be no one's guy. You see you are my guy she said and could have stopped but she told me to talk instead of he..</description>
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			<title>Edogawa Conan doesn't blame me</title>
			<description>It came up as a herald what meat that I would've done it by my own hand if twas the blame. Offered short sentences in lowered frequency as I had become a gal to prize upon. You see it wasn't me even though there was a crime it wasn't me. So afar from the ladle that tops a richly made soup. Kitchen c..</description>
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			<title>Violence</title>
			<description>The man laughed again at a surprisewhich came to a conclusion as far as he could conceive about the disguise that flatteredhim as he walked down the aisle. No man was to be heard at that point in timewhen his eyes flashed something of the dew which surpassed him in order towheel about ch..</description>
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			<title>4869</title>
			<description>The old man sat on his hindlegs as he approached the collateral figure that imposed him. He wrote to himself that no one knows that he is here except that other calling fot help in his friend's need. Without any further ado he swept the blanket under the man and made him flat. Raising his thighbone ..</description>
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			<title>Huntsman</title>
			<description>The man recalled to life as ifbedridden and somber from affection. His underlying motive is a sanctuary fromall other beings as he was foretold that he could no longer be with us now.Along the track came a man who was impoverished in every single way except thathe knew the marks of disea..</description>
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			<title>Ghost Town</title>
			<description>I fly home&amp;nbsp;The rest is yours trulydo you see me as I wanderMy flesh of wonder&amp;nbsp;My greatest of all runderAs I lefth thee in ponderUpon my name&amp;nbsp;it thunders&amp;nbsp;and leaves me hairless as as pondMy wonderMy greatest of meekMy wonderful chiqueI leave you in ash&amp;nbsp;As I check the leakleav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2037/1980856/</link>
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			<title>Masterpiece Theatre</title>
			<description>The masterpiece was built as an ancient theatre of sorts Its greater palace of awakening was the spellbinding case that overthrew the shell-like ornaments of its time and sat by wondering at its gaze the wonderful pride of the Irish lovelord incapactitating the fortunes of wonder among the great lit..</description>
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			<title>No more for me to have</title>
			<description>LalalalaaThe wors and and phrases conduce as I wonderThis shellovy of munderThat reads&amp;nbsp; still as a hunterMy words please me to be a wonderYour owns and ownerships&amp;nbsp; I wonder Can you imagine me in this thunderSpelled by your words and my own as a clusterKeep that amongst still and I leave Wo..</description>
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			<title>Keep me in your heart for awhile</title>
			<description>The greater emission as she emanted my wave enderemeittent with the struggle of fortitiude and strength. She kept me off and distant as I wandered through her delight of wonder itself and eventually the struggle of existence was the greater part of y own thaqt I would never have shared with any one ..</description>
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			<title>Echo </title>
			<description>The past reflects back in ruins without substance to upholdI look into its reservoirs for guidance but my vision scatters as I fall into ruinNot a kind word has been left untarnished at the hands of sweeping time Now it does not matterBeside or below these lines are nothing.And my pen whimsically da..</description>
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			<title>The Winter's Tale</title>
			<description>Winter is upon us. The winds swaywhere they go,&amp;nbsp; the rain is sputtering across the ground, and the lightningis flashing as I look upon it from my bedroom window.The clouds are crowding upon thecanvas, gearing up turbidity to its maximum. Overthrowing the limit the windwinds acro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2037/1384327/</link>
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			<title>Little Torret</title>
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			<title>Rated as a film</title>
			<description>Out of the vileness, shook the chord of ancientwonderSpazzled across the disc of film oriented materialSpun out of fine filaments of feeble memoryStrung out of tune and made to pause recalling its undoing.It&amp;rsquo;s freezing in place is now but an ideaAnd the retardation st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2037/1268734/</link>
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			<title>To be me</title>
			<description>You can't be miserable. I have to do something. Even if you didn't tell me... even if you didn't prod the aging miles continuously while driving. Wait, who's driving. I'm not. I'm not driving.&amp;nbsp; What do you want? Cigarettes..why? To&amp;nbsp; feel better. I walk the line. drive slowly. walk with me ..</description>
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