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		<description>The original writings of author Alucinor</description>
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			<title>fools</title>
			<description>In the honest land the liar is king.Once upon a time there was a land of truth, Where everything was based on truth, the currency, labor, friendship, people and even the politics. All and everything was in tune to this honesty, a social concept which only the liar could spot. For how does one unders..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1324214/</link>
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			<title>My mind is all the aesir.</title>
			<description>Lately.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1316804/</link>
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			<title>Secrets</title>
			<description>Last night feels</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1316110/</link>
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			<title>pawns named joe</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1315678/</link>
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			<title>Roses</title>
			<description>Short poem of love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1314987/</link>
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			<title>Never mind</title>
			<description>Short poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1314670/</link>
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			<title>Psychologist</title>
			<description>My thoughts on Psychologists.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1314430/</link>
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			<title>Self harm</title>
			<description>Self harm.I do.I'm creative in my art to,Imagine harm that invisible to the likes of you.I no longer cut my skin,rarely drowns my sorrow in gin.barely yell to relive my pain,And never smoke to keep me sane.But i do self harm which you don't mind,I do it often, all the time.I see my head be torn to s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1313407/</link>
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			<title>#sometimes i wish i where blind</title>
			<description>She is dead to me.Cause i killed her!&amp;nbsp;Projected my own pain upon her until i could no longer see if she was the true source of my suffering.&amp;nbsp;Do i hate her because she suffers? Or do i hate her because in the reflection of those &amp;nbsp;eyes i can see myself...The reflection of those eyes, th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1313320/</link>
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			<title>My pain.</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mogambie/1313253/</link>
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			<title>Black sand winds...</title>
			<description>Metaphorical poetry</description>
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