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		<description>The original writings of author Zack</description>
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			<title>Defeated</title>
			<description>My eyes are glued open as the birds start to singAnd with nothing else to ponder my depression starts tosting.What will I do today for the world of tomorrow?Probably same as yesterday, I&amp;rsquo;ll just wallow in my sorrow.&amp;nbsp;Why do I let myself feel eternally defeated?Wha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P-zazz/1384467/</link>
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			<title>The Tomb of the Well Known Soldier </title>
			<description>Dedicated to the Men and Women who have died to protect everything we hold dear.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P-zazz/1384301/</link>
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			<title>Perspective Psalm</title>
			<description>See the book of Job, the book of David, and the book of Psalms for literary background.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P-zazz/1383198/</link>
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			<title>Mourning my Dreams</title>
			<description>Sometimes dreams are just too good to ever come true.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P-zazz/1383195/</link>
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			<title>Sentimental Reflection</title>
			<description>Poetry is a vessel; I use it to release my emotions. Every once in a while I get lucky and give birth to art.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P-zazz/1383191/</link>
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			<title>Thorns of the Rose</title>
			<description>Love is a flower. Despite the flower's flawless and priceless beauty, it will heartlessly pierce you with its thorns until it someday withers and fades away into the very earth it grew from.</description>
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