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		<description>The original writings of author Ser Arthur Dayne </description>
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			<title>In Love With You</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;He demands youraffection in the most haughtily fashion, whereas I&amp;rsquo;m content with what youniggardly give.In ours ways we areboth irrevocably in love with you.&amp;nbsp;He tells you how youare the one for him, I feel that too, yet I never tell you.In ours ways w..</description>
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			<title>Your Sleep Embrace</title>
			<description>Just a little snippet I wrote while playing Mass Effect series and thinking about ability of love to blossom even as the world around it falls apart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZaydShah/1374397/</link>
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			<title>The Devil Inside</title>
			<description>Most curiously, as an infant, he never cried. &amp;nbsp;Possessed some said.&quot;Child, you are my gift to the shire.&quot;Anointed in the seven holy oils. A vessel for divine retribution.&amp;nbsp;&quot;An everlasting vigil you shall keep against evil.&quot;And not a fiend the Hero met, that he couldn't slay.&quot;Yet, the purest..</description>
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			<title>I wonder what happened to me</title>
			<description>Today I woke up to the sinking realization that the burn on my arm has started rotting, and my bandaging it up has only speeded up the process. I still don&amp;rsquo;t feel anything, not even numbness. This is how I burnt my arm in the first place. So desperate to feel; but even as flames licked my skin..</description>
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			<title>Atheist in Love</title>
			<description>A short story about an atheist who falls irrevocably in love with a believer, and how that changes him.</description>
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