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			<title>Puritan: Calvin's Fury</title>
			<description>Class Assignment</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EastN/1234580/</link>
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			<title>Lost Inspiration</title>
			<description>Once, my inspiration was a daily event.Early, like clockwork, she would greet meAnd presently we would proceed on our way.But she has left me. Vainly, in the night,I grope for her, hoping to recover her blazing light.Now I am greeted by darkness, empty corridors,And I walk aimlessly, alo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EastN/1228319/</link>
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			<title>The Graveyard</title>
			<description>Sitting amongst Death's armyI reflected upon this wasted, ephemeral life,And, lifting a pistol to my temple,I was soon drafted into his ranks.Presently, I found myself in a small gladeCreatures of all sorts flitting past.Coming upon a pond, I gazed at my reflection,And stumbled back ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EastN/1225975/</link>
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			<title>The Condemned</title>
			<description>The rope swung slowly in the setting sunAs the condemned man shambled up the stairsHands stained with blood like rust, he faced forward,While the executioner, Death's agent, read the charges.The crowd stared, wondering, at the beastMothers pulled their children close, hatred gleaming in th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EastN/1224211/</link>
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			<title>Indecision</title>
			<description>As I lie down, questions come to mindTurning in circles, chasing answers I can't findFriend against friend, back against the wallDeath before change, or life before all?Overwhelming is the stillnessThat comprises my last judgement</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EastN/1223179/</link>
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			<title>The Favored</title>
			<description>The Favored is a champion, arms raised in victoryWomen pour out their adoration to fill his vesselA chalice to his lips, Athena clinging to his armsThe Favored's siblings watch this processionDisgust rising like the sea tideTheir achievements rubble besides The Favored's rockA haught..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EastN/1223127/</link>
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