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		<title>Areithous | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Areithous</description>
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			<title>V</title>
			<description>The sun rose eight hours agoStill I lay in my bed, awaiting the courage to face the dayFear of the unknown cripples enough to cast aside an entire morningLiving in my shoes Living in my headNothing outside of my own grief escaping my consciousnessNothing outside of myself rising to significanceNothi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Areithous/1284837/</link>
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			<title>IV</title>
			<description>Slowly, the women descend from their heavenly clouds of wonderBringing with them the light which shines brightestPassionTheir eyes don&amp;rsquo;t look as radiant as they shouldYou don&amp;rsquo;t look too deeply into their hearts anywaysEmptyWith foul gestures of womanhood they lure you in taking all that ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Areithous/1284833/</link>
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			<title>III</title>
			<description>Beauty, only beauty.Not for the sake of itself,But to bring joy for all who can see.It brings clarity,In life's darkest moments,Conjures love from the most undeserving.And then how fickle,That we ever then turn our eyes away.To forget that which has moved our hearts.Oh beauty how unworthy are we,To ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Areithous/1284832/</link>
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			<title>II</title>
			<description>Along with the chasms left by the insatiable horniness of our youth we are given a great privilege to toil&amp;nbsp;on and trudge through the dark and battered streets of our once beautiful cities. Alas these townships&amp;nbsp;which grew into miniature metropoli have housed our hipsters and democrats for y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Areithous/1284828/</link>
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			<title>I</title>
			<description>Along the widening chasm of our fate the hopes of future generations trickle inThey feed the raging river of our meritocracyNever before has there been such a flattening of man&amp;rsquo;s will to bring such little chaosAnd yet the children grow more hungry everydayThe voices in closed houses murmur of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Areithous/1284827/</link>
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