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			<title>Waves on the Shore</title>
			<description>What it meant? What it was for?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1829631/</link>
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			<title>The Next Economic Collapse</title>
			<description>The next economic collapse has begun. An explanation of how the next oil price crash is going to tank the whole economy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1813386/</link>
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			<title>Wishing Star</title>
			<description>With 99.9999% certainty...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1563779/</link>
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			<title>Success</title>
			<description>Never quite knowing if the true fool is me. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1502346/</link>
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			<title>It.</title>
			<description>The words leaving her mouth say everything is ok but her body screams it isn't</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1493198/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>That is why I deserve to be alone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1439613/</link>
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			<title>F**k It</title>
			<description>F**k it all</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1436135/</link>
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			<title>Discarded </title>
			<description>Not needed, not wanted-alone once more</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1426304/</link>
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			<title>Into a Bottle</title>
			<description>I want to crawl into a bottle and never come out</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1426292/</link>
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			<title>Action</title>
			<description>He left his comfortable job because he hadn't wanted to be ordinary and boring. Mission accomplished. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1422129/</link>
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			<title>I Almost Died today</title>
			<description>I almost died today.
It happened in an instant.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1367387/</link>
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			<title>Poor Life Choices</title>
			<description>Trapped by my calculated decisions. 
Boxed in by flawed plans of my own visions. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1366953/</link>
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			<title>His Goddess</title>
			<description>He revered her like a goddess and like a true god she treated him with indifference at best and cruelty at worst.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1366351/</link>
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			<title>The House of the Rising Sun</title>
			<description>There was this maniac idea that you had to always top the night before. That every night should be a peak. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1365803/</link>
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			<title>To Follow</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;re depressed because you can never do that. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364626/</link>
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			<title>Women's Beauty</title>
			<description>A woman&amp;rsquo;s beauty is not easy to define</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364620/</link>
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			<title>Modern Prison</title>
			<description>Freedom is gone. This is clear. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364618/</link>
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			<title>Terminally Different</title>
			<description>They thought they could save him. They thought they could change him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364616/</link>
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			<title>The Storm</title>
			<description>The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm that was beginning to form between the young couple.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364613/</link>
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			<title>Brilliance Avoided</title>
			<description>Nothing was completed, nothing was finished. This was how brilliance existed without any form</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364606/</link>
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			<title>Six</title>
			<description>Six is not the number of the devil.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364602/</link>
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			<title>My Friend</title>
			<description>My friend has quite a special power.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364601/</link>
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			<title>The First Flower of Spring</title>
			<description>Every day I live my life of work and toil.
Haunted by the beauty on faraway soil.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364598/</link>
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			<title>Early Lessons</title>
			<description>Are you going to chose and believe that every piece of human knowledge recorded has made its way to the internet?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364595/</link>
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			<title>The 99%</title>
			<description>For the errantly discarded butt, thrown away and forgotten, can ignite a holocaust that will wipe the earth clear.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364592/</link>
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			<title>Love Not Sent</title>
			<description>Just do it because I rescued you from the darkness that eventually consumed me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364588/</link>
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			<title>To The Sea</title>
			<description>Please, oh please, take me to the sea</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveTarasev/1364586/</link>
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