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		<description>The original writings of author Jack E.</description>
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			<title>Grace and Charity</title>
			<description>More or less about being in love with a ghost.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/425368/</link>
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			<title>Not Enough</title>
			<description>I've been getting really into rockabilly music lately and I wrote this really catchy guitar hook that's something of a mix between surf music, pop and rockabilly, but I needed a set of lyrics to go with it, so here they are!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/406654/</link>
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			<title>Reflections on the Damned</title>
			<description>This is my own re-imagining of Dante's inferno.  Please don't ask me about my personal religious affiliations, as they have little to no impact on my writing.  I tried to keep with the archaic dialect and literature style of Dante's time... so best of luc</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/359079/</link>
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			<title>The Vicarious Heart</title>
			<description>A short poem for your prophetic revelations.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/329587/</link>
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			<title>A Fair Warning</title>
			<description>Written for someone who doesn't even know who he is - in the most existential way possible.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/318751/</link>
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			<title>Apparently Nothing</title>
			<description>Oh well.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/287563/</link>
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			<title>The Most Tolerable Third Party</title>
			<description>Elemental Poem #1: Fire</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/271361/</link>
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			<title>Heart of Darkness (She's Your)</title>
			<description>Reviews are greatly appreciated.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/269339/</link>
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			<title>Prophecy</title>
			<description>Broken fingers numbly fumbling through dusty pages of holy writ cannot possibly fix the fractured scenes and broken dreams of a past cloudy with shattered mirrors and bloody hands...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/266708/</link>
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			<title>I Am</title>
			<description>I am the wind that whispers on your lipsI am the arms that wrap around your hipsI am the gates that lead to your soulI am your singularity and your wholeI am the stars that light your wayI am your shelter from the rainI am the crutch upon which you leanI am the silence in the space b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/266700/</link>
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			<title>Rusted Past</title>
			<description>No need to break the ice; no call for iced martinisBecause there's always the age playing the parent as a glass ceilingBut then you always liked to play the parent of a twisted God complexA dismissive sense of obedience that could say to hell with all the restA contortionist asphyxiation; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/266696/</link>
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			<title>Fade to Black</title>
			<description>Dam the flow 'fore the grindFuture present, past unwindBreak apart - the pieces of the skyWithin time your bones will cryEmbedded guilt screwed off the topKilling you softly, won't ever stopTooth of dragon in the eyes of fireBliss in Hell for payment higherNightmare fields be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/263346/</link>
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			<title>Black Starlight</title>
			<description>The wind rattles the trees like bones in the graveThe breeze whispers mnemonic secretsThe moon cast an effulgent hueA penumbra scarred upon the firmamentAbrasions lacerate the sky formed in mountaintopsObsidian obscures the otherworldlyInto nothing less than a singularityToo close to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/263345/</link>
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			<title>The Nightmare</title>
			<description>The return of my most popular story...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/229842/</link>
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			<title>Bless Us, Father</title>
			<description>The Lives of Saints - Chapter 1  (Rough Draft)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/229836/</link>
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			<title>Cyrus Jones Lived Forever</title>
			<description>I was completely back-handed with inspiration recently so I sat down and wrote this piece whose name (and many internal references) come from a song by Dave Matthews.  It's one of my stranger works and it's still very much in its rough draft form.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fire-In-Stereo/229832/</link>
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