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			<title>Come the Revolution</title>
			<description>A little rant from a Leftie against the ruling classes, the business leaders and Royalty...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unbeliever/698370/</link>
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			<title>Dawn Sabbatical</title>
			<description>Dumbstruck, wrong and love unfeigningHeart-strung,&amp;nbsp;hurt&amp;nbsp;and uncomplaining&amp;nbsp;Broken bones and&amp;nbsp;raw collateralHopeless days, my dawn sabbatical&amp;nbsp;Flesh is flesh, just rancid&amp;nbsp;meatA&amp;nbsp;God complex&amp;nbsp;my right hand seat&amp;nbsp;You take from me my faith, my str..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unbeliever/697872/</link>
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			<title>Sarah &amp; I</title>
			<description>I'm told I should strive for domestic bliss.I'm not sure, though. I'm not sure&amp;nbsp;what it is.I&amp;rsquo;m out of my depth, drowning with feelings I can&amp;rsquo;t undress.Sarah&amp;nbsp;likes things in their place and&amp;nbsp;I guess I'm the mess.&amp;nbsp;Time passes by and I can feel the tensions risin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unbeliever/697255/</link>
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			<title>I Think Sometimes...</title>
			<description>Just about random thoughts...hopeful...sad...weary...suicidal...fanciful...that run around my head and help to make me who I am.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unbeliever/506184/</link>
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			<title>Building Blocks</title>
			<description>Building Blocks &amp;amp; Empty RoomsSilent Lies &amp;amp; Toxic FumesBreathing tight, it hurts my shameLosing fight in all but name&amp;nbsp;Softly said, I quickly fellAshen eyed my padded cellClosing in, my path so denseCrashing din, so lost in sense&amp;nbsp;Daydream Pulse&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Cancer C..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unbeliever/504265/</link>
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			<title>Heroes</title>
			<description>This is an British political poem about the effects of our Governments over the last 20 years and the damage they have done to our Working Class</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unbeliever/503854/</link>
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