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			<title>Act III</title>
			<description>&quot;Tick&quot; went the clock sitting above the empty bar.&amp;nbsp;The bar called Limbo, sat somberly still, as the sound of the classical&amp;nbsp;rendition of 24 Prelude Overture 28,15 in D minor flat drifted though the smog and the twisted light of ambient green lamp shades that sat on every table.It was eeri..</description>
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			<title>Act II</title>
			<description>I couldn&amp;acute;t really remember how I got to where I was currently sitting, but the two people&amp;nbsp;in front&amp;nbsp;of me seemed friendly enough, they didn&amp;acute;t seem to say much, other than&amp;nbsp;idly&amp;nbsp;stare at me in awe or confusion. I couldn't tell.&quot;So what happens now?&quot; The blonde girl wit..</description>
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			<title>Act I </title>
			<description>&quot;You ever wonder what happens to us after we die?&quot; The girl with the almost silver blonde hair said as she sat &amp;nbsp;and gazed around her new surroundings.She had never seen a place like this before that much was obvious and &amp;nbsp;she was totally fixated on the world around her, tantalizing emeral..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Screaminaspire/1676788/</link>
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			<title>Confessions</title>
			<description>What happens when time is changed?
What happens to us after we die?

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Screaminaspire/1655383/</link>
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			<title>Forgetful ghosts </title>
			<description>It's the curls of her smile that put me in denial.It was the twinkle in her eye that sparked infernos high.It was the sweet despair that brought me here.So near to the edge but so far from the truth. I couldn't conquer my demons so I became one instead.Locked up inside my head, i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Screaminaspire/1320434/</link>
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			<title>Negated effects</title>
			<description>Another poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Screaminaspire/1320431/</link>
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			<title>I've got nothing else to lose.</title>
			<description>Again more poetry </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Screaminaspire/1320419/</link>
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			<title>A play about a blue bag</title>
			<description>A poem about a girl I once knew.</description>
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