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		<description>The original writings of author Sauran</description>
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			<title>I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song</title>
			<description>An ironic piece on love and its many forms.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sauran/1356053/</link>
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			<title>War</title>
			<description>Post apoplectic.  About the loss of hope and what it really means to die.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sauran/1356048/</link>
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			<title>Chains</title>
			<description>A story of freedom in chains. Of choosing and of love.  Yes, both characters are female.  No, there are no LGBT issues in this story.  This is just a tale of love in one of it's many forms.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sauran/1356043/</link>
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			<title>Empty Things</title>
			<description>Dead inside, the way the shadows can kill you, the way your hidden places will make you empty.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sauran/1356024/</link>
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			<title>Demons</title>
			<description>This is for the lost.  This is for the lonely.  This is for the misunderstood.  A story of someone who wanders the streets, looking for purpose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sauran/1355986/</link>
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			<title>Safety</title>
			<description>This is a poem about the power people wield and their safety nets.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sauran/1355982/</link>
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			<title>Consumed</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I was in a dark place.  I'm afraid that although people read it, no one listened.  This is my fear.  The way it consumed me, controlled me. Only now am I brave enough to face it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sauran/1355980/</link>
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			<title>It Wasn't Love</title>
			<description>Tragic, wistful, a little hopeful.  What makes love?  What keeps it?  A story of two people that hold on through each other.  Maybe they aren't in love, but their bond is just as precious.</description>
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