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			<title>In Which I Listlessly Muse Over My Life</title>
			<description>They tell me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not to wallow in painOr misfortune. Yet how can&amp;nbsp; look &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brave and feel boldWhen all odds are against me in This miserable world?The many great poets and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Writers are numerous and yetSome are left unknownAnd forgotten. What weight does the written w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1270034/</link>
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			<title>The Waste </title>
			<description>A world where I seek a malevolent solace.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1266871/</link>
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			<title>Briney Blue</title>
			<description>A short little thing I wrote for a project a while ago. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1266849/</link>
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			<title>Erosion</title>
			<description>Consciousness twisting and meltingI forgot what I used to bebefore this place andbefore this time.I know I had a home oncelong agobefore this.I remember my familymy kids and my wifemanymany years ago.This shed is my homeslow melodic musicalways drumming and thumping in my minda never ending track of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1263691/</link>
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			<title>As The Rush Comes</title>
			<description>Mature content.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1263680/</link>
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			<title>Knowing</title>
			<description>Capturing the moments of self discovery.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1262652/</link>
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			<title>Awoken</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember very little of the dream I had before I awoke with a start; the back of my neck slightly damp from the fear the nightmare had instilled in me. I slid my hand to the other side of the bed, where my husband lay soundly snoring. While stretching I tried hard to recall what the n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1260653/</link>
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			<title>Untitled </title>
			<description>Stretching beyond the walls of human thoughtone constant hue remains unpolluted by our handsIt is always there whether we are alive or deaddominating space and time with its deafening embracebreathlessly we observe the pure power it holdsThe Nothingness that it entailsIt weighs down upon lonely soul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1260638/</link>
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			<title>From Oslo With Love 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each moment seemed to span lifetimes; the blink of an eye took months to complete. Staring into Gylve's piercing eyes I forgot how to breathe. Our faces were drawing closer as I witnessed it in slow motion. This is what I've been wanting since I was a little girl, playing with my bubble..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1260305/</link>
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			<title>From Oslo with Love 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I could feel my heartbeat in my ears dampening the noise from the entirety of my family. Thanksgiving was never a favorite holiday of mine, but it meant that I got to see him. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gylve, my cousin from Norway, always came with my aunts. I called him Fenriz, a nickname that he l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1259788/</link>
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			<title>Why is there?</title>
			<description>The reason of things are unbeknownst to mewhy must there be anything?It is senseless. All of it.I struggle daily when I realize things as such;I cannot fathom why anything isyet I cannot fathom not being here. Some say it is akin to not being born, there is just a lack of being. But I cannot see why..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1259739/</link>
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			<title>Poisoned</title>
			<description>In darkness I wailwhile he flees the deepest crypt;storming the snowed hills with his allegiance of warOne hand shewed light and promisewhile the other fathered disease and decay.A lost soul takes the throne.His white castle among the icebeams with a sinister glow whilethe voices his people cryknowi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1259278/</link>
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			<title>He</title>
			<description>She had climbed vast chasms without him beforethat now she saw as impossible when he's goneweeping for every moment lost shefears when the time comes and hevanishes before her eyesthey both know time runs short andthat it could end at anywhere butthey keep up the hope that maybethey'll be some of th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1258528/</link>
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			<title>Fall</title>
			<description>Within the woods his voice in darkness wailsHe, an emperor of the throne, grieves for His wilted life. A gift of madness he is; a scab upon the Earth. No one looks to him anymore.Black hair flowing melancholy with black robesHe stalks where she lies still. Poisoned by his shuddering heartHe sleeps n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1257626/</link>
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			<title>Jack Untitled</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My friends had always laughed when I asked if any of them had ever had feelings for their brother the way I did. I wondered if it was only natural to want to look when he was getting ready for bed; seeing his stomach and his back made me feel things I didn't feel when I saw myself in th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GeometricWizard/1256907/</link>
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