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			<title>ruff draft</title>
			<description>If radio waves last forever then my membrane is ever under pressure to be clever in my writing endeavorsStudy cosmology, sociology, and psychology which I use to determine the movement of societies and how the ailment of planetary bodies have an effect on a person's psycheBy will alone, he can muste..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1905407/</link>
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			<title>coup de gras</title>
			<description>Persona non grata if medulla oblongata knows nada ofmy Magna Carta's Charta of alchemical horrors&amp;copy;&amp;nbsp;9 months ago, King Author &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1900617/</link>
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			<title>ruff draft</title>
			<description>Riding a golden diamond island on the fringes of an event horizon the&amp;nbsp;God of impeccable rhyming and immaculate&amp;nbsp;writing comes with glad tidings...A galaxy tapestry he pens so valiantly....&amp;nbsp;A collage montage of black beard gods of Asgard who come from afar to teach you how to spit these..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1900609/</link>
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			<title>Servent</title>
			<description>God has awoken my cosmic cellsOn a course to become my future self..I know this feeling far too well.Heavy is now my crownEnough know how to soar above the clouds wow how you like me now...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1778013/</link>
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			<title>pen puts in work</title>
			<description>I write sonnets nightly,You have taken your gift&amp;nbsp;of writing to lightly,Your so unlike me.In a windowless room with a thousand candles burning,Im at the incursion of learning the&amp;nbsp;twisting and turning in my wordings,I'm so determined.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1773855/</link>
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			<title>private conversation </title>
			<description>Every now and thenin a sacred gardenhe spits rhymes often&amp;nbsp;in a soundproof coffin .............cause its only God and I when I'm talking......</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1773853/</link>
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			<title>just rapping</title>
			<description>Between two pillars in a&amp;nbsp;sealed quantum field I reflect on all that is &quot;real&quot;.The sage was dazed recounting through radio waves the days on stage he truly amazed for minimum wage.Dr. Sonic Demonic &quot;Strange Topics&quot; has a golden goblet where he housed his polished sonnet black op projects..Cleans..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1773852/</link>
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			<title>Sex slave </title>
			<description>A fridaynight </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1413662/</link>
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			<title>Prognosis</title>
			<description>He wrote it,&amp;nbsp;Rolled it,&amp;nbsp;Smoked it then spoked it,&amp;nbsp;Like moses hes been chosen to&amp;nbsp;split oceans and sling slogans from&amp;nbsp;the Gods of the poem .......f*ck my doctors bogus diagnosis of psychosis.....&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1384223/</link>
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			<title>transformation</title>
			<description>One's own inquisition had&amp;nbsp;me stuck rhyming in a prison,&amp;nbsp;Till euphoria completely engulfed me&amp;nbsp;like a prism .The magician technician finally&amp;nbsp;saw what was missing in his writtens,&amp;nbsp;He lack the conviction in his diction,&amp;nbsp;His lyrical composition had no vision.He lacked that p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1382865/</link>
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			<title>Merit</title>
			<description>Got here on the merits&amp;nbsp;of my own talents,One sip of the holy&amp;nbsp;chalice balanced my&amp;nbsp;unbalanced malice.&amp;nbsp;Now gifted with the&amp;nbsp;knowing of who's coming&amp;nbsp;and going cursed with&amp;nbsp;eyes wide open.&amp;nbsp;Awoken to his cosmic&amp;nbsp;cells on a course tobecome his future selfall from m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1381029/</link>
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			<title>The best amongst them..</title>
			<description>I spit my bars for eons,Around 9 hundred and ninety something.Chained to a dead man in a dungeon, He&amp;nbsp;couldn't hear nothing.&amp;nbsp;Over night,&amp;nbsp;My messages of death broughthim to life. The nonliving's quotations&amp;nbsp;of the afterlife brought new insight&amp;nbsp;into what's wrong or right.&amp;nbsp;G..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1381023/</link>
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			<title>Never alone </title>
			<description>You're never alone,&amp;nbsp;Together,The definition of home.&amp;nbsp;She is beautiful and clever,&amp;nbsp;I have to tell her,&amp;nbsp;&quot; My souls under pressure,&amp;nbsp;from my heart to love you forever&quot;.&amp;nbsp;These word are but a technique&amp;nbsp;of the imagination,&amp;nbsp;To bring forth the operations of&amp;nbsp;the en..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1380814/</link>
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			<title>Love, My lover</title>
			<description>Love has become my lover,She will never suffer.&amp;nbsp;From pauper to prince with just one kiss ,&amp;nbsp;Eternal bliss can't believe this feeling could exist.&amp;nbsp;Her laughter the gates of heaven, Her stare,Solar flares.&amp;nbsp;Her body, a space odyssey.&amp;nbsp;Any scar, A shooting star.&amp;nbsp;Her kiss, the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1380812/</link>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>Intensively listen none of her words escape ,&amp;nbsp;I focus on all 8 of her frequency rates.&amp;nbsp;Her tone inter permeates my physical state.&amp;nbsp;The light in her eyes start blinking.&amp;nbsp;The universe starts singing.&amp;nbsp;My head starts spinning.&amp;nbsp;Blending metaphors and lyrics,&amp;nbsp;Breaking th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1380809/</link>
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			<title>num num num slurp..</title>
			<description>I'm face to face to her sensitive place&amp;nbsp;Liquid intake makes feelings elate,&amp;nbsp;Transformative state,&amp;nbsp;Fangs and claws,I want it all. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even her bloody sauce, Just to prove that I'm raw.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1378926/</link>
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			<title>I boast</title>
			<description>I boast when my frame plays host to an alchemical dose of utopian dope.A conclave of smoke,This pius pope raises a red wine toast,Half god, half ghost.The releasing of both when shedding exo-skeletal coat.This feels just right,&amp;nbsp;Outer body experience when crown chakra spikes.Separating soul from..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1378670/</link>
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			<title>Your cracked</title>
			<description>Your cerebrum must be cracked,&amp;nbsp;From the chemical smoke stacks which induce memory lapse of when I had your back.&amp;nbsp;Soaked my heart's gash in a mineral bath,&amp;nbsp;In relationships took aves I shouldn't have.&amp;nbsp;Received no rewards for bending over backwards.&amp;nbsp;Relieved myself from&amp;nbsp;e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1378668/</link>
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			<title>The DEVIL's book</title>
			<description>Ring old saint nick's bells,&amp;nbsp;He's been set free from his&amp;nbsp;subterranean&amp;nbsp;cell.,The ghost writer from hell rip's pages from his book of dark tales,&amp;nbsp;Producing a non mediocrity philosophy for sell of when he rose and fell.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1378560/</link>
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			<title>Other selves</title>
			<description>In Rome inside the Vatican's catacombs,&amp;nbsp;I made a philosophers stone from knowledge of old,&amp;nbsp;Paranormal activities have me in the zone,When at home I extract genetic code from bone, the MADD doctorDabblegagger has made his own clone.Electrical shocks through the dome make Frankenstein moan.M..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1378559/</link>
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			<title>My love</title>
			<description>Honey bedroom voice,Glowing amber face,Olympian goddess shape,Forbidden red apple lips to taste.Her enchantment I can not escape,Nothing about this woman's spell is fake,&amp;nbsp;It's a dream for the awake.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1378557/</link>
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			<title>She loves it </title>
			<description>I abuse my muse,&amp;nbsp;Chewed, screwed, battered and bruised,&amp;nbsp;Her expression confused, No clue how,&amp;nbsp;For this dude she spews hot milky goo cream stew from the tactics I use.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1378145/</link>
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			<title>insane in the membrane</title>
			<description>Even i'm amazed how often she misbehaves,Mrs BI-Polar crazeMs hulk hogan rageGlandular secretion depraved&amp;nbsp;means stay the f**k away..&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1377954/</link>
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			<title>My policy</title>
			<description>I have a low comedy novelty policy,&amp;nbsp;Honestly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my conscious consciously ,&amp;nbsp;Constantly and with veracity produce a high quality odyssey,I'm probably a true anomaly,f@ck&amp;nbsp;modesty.Like that flow.....Well here's something you should know,I'm exposed and under auroral control from o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1377916/</link>
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			<title>We are one and that sucks..</title>
			<description>Its so hard to let you go, so I hate myself.&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;you're&amp;nbsp;a part of my heart, so I hate my cells.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1377914/</link>
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			<title>Her Day</title>
			<description>On a hot summer day,&amp;nbsp;her birthday.&amp;nbsp;There was a man&amp;nbsp;who took hours&amp;nbsp;making a beautiful&amp;nbsp;ice sculpture&amp;nbsp;of his love&amp;nbsp;who long ago&amp;nbsp;passed away.As she melts,&amp;nbsp;both with water&amp;nbsp;running down their face&amp;nbsp;he expressed everything&amp;nbsp;he could and couldn't&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1377912/</link>
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			<title>I reckon</title>
			<description>I feel I must mention my reflectionsin the selection of my rhythm sectionIt's an art collectionwith a cello receptionan immaculate conceptionof a hand written weaponsAdded a third D.N.A stringViolinshear them sin</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1377908/</link>
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			<title>Worshipful Master</title>
			<description>Recited infinite&amp;nbsp;amount of rhymes,&amp;nbsp;an infinite&amp;nbsp;amount of times ,Performed sublime symbols and signs&amp;nbsp;in a stone mason shrine. Was baptize with corn oil and wine,he was born with the sign of divine blood line. &amp;nbsp;The leader in receiving messages from the ether,&amp;nbsp;the most&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1377906/</link>
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			<title>All he ever wanted</title>
			<description>all rough drafts, my works are never finished</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1377899/</link>
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			<title>Crayon lines</title>
			<description>Beautifully crafted notes about&amp;nbsp;the gold chakra in my throat&amp;nbsp;Colorful varicose veins from techni-colored quotes&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;show I'm no joke with these rhymes that i wrote..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/damien666thorn/1377897/</link>
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