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		<description>The original writings of author Hannah</description>
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			<title>Out of Context</title>
			<description>Days and nights spent withering away inside yourMindless hours wasted watching the passing of theTime and time again I wished I had somewhere I couldHiding from the inevitable, swept up in the viciousTidings of destruction, reach us from the otherSideways justification of an unju..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/565351/</link>
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			<title>Craftsman of Deceit</title>
			<description>A liar&amp;nbsp;merely&amp;nbsp;twists the truth&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And with a tongue of crimsonSteals away things we once knew,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Replacing them with poison.Cunning craftsman of&amp;nbsp;deceit&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Weaving false memories thatWither and rot within our dreams&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eating..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/536653/</link>
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			<title>The Next Dead End</title>
			<description>I look for this so called beauty,But all I see are the flawsOf a world fucked up by all thisHunger, prejudice and war.And sleeping in these dying citiesAre our demons and our souls.The soldiers fight for no good reasonAnd one by one they fall,And they'reSlipping through the cracks.You know I'mNever ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/532033/</link>
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			<title>Deaf Ears Ringing</title>
			<description>It's not that I'm scared of dyingMore scared of being forgotten,It's not that I long to be seeJust need a reasonTo carry onSince the day I sprouted wingsThat took me to heights then left meTo inspect the sun too closelyAnd fall into a pile of broken dreamsThat drag me downInto the screams and the cr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/532031/</link>
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			<title>Rat Park</title>
			<description>Discarded syringe and hurried wordsTumble over each otherDesperate to escape the prisonOf another broken mindThey spill, wasted and meaninglessAnd are forgotten.The confides of our cageStretching through CCTV&amp;nbsp;monitored&amp;nbsp;Streets all leading to dead ends.A phone rings and is leftUnanswered, t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/531293/</link>
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			<title>Believing Your Lies</title>
			<description>Lingering kisses, tasting ofCigarettes and tears. Your eyes&amp;nbsp;Dart away, refusing to meetMine, dancing to the wallBehind me, harsh concreteExpanse speckled withFaded graffiti.&amp;nbsp;Violently clashing colours,Jagged lines and words spillBitterly from our mouths. CopperSweet blood drips, a fatalWou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/528110/</link>
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			<title>We All Fall Down</title>
			<description>Seldom&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cellar Door&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/526614/</link>
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			<title>Captured Innocence</title>
			<description>Many years have passedAll around I see the treesBeing consumed by vast forestsOf concrete and routinesUntil what came beforeIs lost from memoryForgotten and replacedWith meaningless dreams&amp;nbsp;But you still linger, lazingBy a grey-blue RiverHolding my hand in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/525364/</link>
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			<title>Unremarkable Life and Death</title>
			<description>Hunched figure, silhouetted by the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Candlelight and frantic&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fluttering of Moths' wings,Desperation almost tangible&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Glassy eyes, unblinking,Tiny mirrors of a distort..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/525349/</link>
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			<title>The Devil's Violin</title>
			<description>Screechingtones, so mercilessThe Devil, he is singing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mournthe passing livesTwisting words to corrupt their meaningSandfalling through fingersListen close to the story he spins&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thattear at burning skiesFor it will be his lastQuiveringno..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/521970/</link>
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			<title>Muted light</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The colourless sky&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of an Autumn afternoon&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Summer has ended</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/520338/</link>
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			<title>One - Dancing Flames</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dancing flames, wild, viscous, brutal, waltzing with thetide as the sea threatens to swallow the embers whole. Sparks fluttering anddimming into the consuming darkness like flocks of strange flies, whirling intonothingness. The sand is painted warm gold in the uncertain flic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/520246/</link>
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			<title>Ne'er Touch'd Earthly Faces</title>
			<description>Work in progress, don't really know where I'm going with it. I doubt it will be a happy read.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/520245/</link>
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			<title>The Last Man's Dead</title>
			<description>Filtered sunlight through darkened mirrorsTear stained faces held to the skyA lifetime wasted, dreams that whitherStill drowning when the rivers run dry.Dancing with the frantic flamesViscous eyes and lonely wavesYeah I know that people changeBut me, I'm standing stillThe horizon starts to&amp;nbsp;disa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ratpark/519843/</link>
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