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		<description>The original writings of author S.F</description>
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			<title>EYE</title>
			<description>The eye gazed through the smog-Above limping people it hovered,It watched silently the canvasOf streets, pavements, buildings- tearing.It stopped. And blinked to protectit sanity; its lashes laden with bits and bits,found opening up a difficulty.Then a hand, weaving like wind,Put the pieces of broke..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1666905/</link>
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			<title>Skeleton Friend</title>
			<description>Old shy friend, I have seen you before;A lonely sad skeleton,Down in the mouth and spirit.Let me lend you some, with aShoulder or two- let my sandpaperWords dry you.You're long gone, a long time alone,With ghosts and shadows as your friendly dolls.Let me mend your open wounds;With needle dull and st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1646505/</link>
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			<title>The Leave</title>
			<description>A woman, separated from her lover, bids him a last farewell.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1602952/</link>
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			<title>Cigar Pack</title>
			<description>She held on to a faith too highWhile he held out his salary to buyHis monthly load of smoke and dustA few bottles that would kiss him drunk&amp;nbsp;Another week without a mealOnly a few breaths of cigar and weedNo warm bed, just a stained floorAnother empty shoulder to cry on&amp;nbsp;Her hands were lighte..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1508996/</link>
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			<title>Puppets and Pawns</title>
			<description>Shackle your minds&amp;nbsp;Sew your brains&amp;nbsp;With the filth and lies&amp;nbsp;We feed you today&amp;nbsp;Lets play a little game&amp;nbsp;With different faces and names&amp;nbsp;Yes, a bloody masquerade&amp;nbsp;Of myraid masks and chains&amp;nbsp;Paint your shackles gold&amp;nbsp;Now you wear a gown of threads&amp;nbsp;Polish you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1477673/</link>
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			<title>Poor Mad Thieves</title>
			<description>Inan empty hallRoameda little girlHerheart on freezeHervoice like breeze&amp;nbsp;Shesang a sad songOfa poor mad thiefWhokilled lifeless peopleTosteal forgotten things&amp;nbsp;InvisibletearsStainedher voiceAmelancholic melody..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1430645/</link>
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			<title>When Trees Speak</title>
			<description>Pale stale skyOver branches tallLeafless, lifeless, lonelyDark entwined canvas&amp;nbsp;Singing lamenting grievingOn brother&amp;rsquo;s soulCradling pitying pattingOn a mourning Ma&amp;nbsp;Pondering and wonderingIf their body spluttered bloodWould the savage vul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1396049/</link>
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			<title>Sundown</title>
			<description>Watching the night materialise.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1392754/</link>
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			<title>Palestine</title>
			<description>If 9/11 deserves a moment of silence, Palestine deserves us never to speak again!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1387724/</link>
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			<title>Glowing Friend</title>
			<description>An ancient time agoOf what seemedLike many&amp;nbsp;light yearsOf our livesI reached outTo touch a starEven when I sawIt dancing so&amp;nbsp;farI knew my handsWould never touch itsBut faith always lingeredInterweaving our spaceMany days I have prayedOne day to be with youMy faraway glowing friend~We grew ol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1387466/</link>
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			<title>Lotus</title>
			<description>Oh beautiful lotusDaughter of beautyBloom and shine brightUnder the dancing &amp;nbsp;moonBrim the rapturous airWith your odorous beautySend the twirling windTo their homes happySing the mesmeric melodyWith the swinging treesDance to the musicOf the brushing leavesSleep beautiful lotusDaughter of beauty..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1386937/</link>
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			<title>Where the Angels Fall</title>
			<description>I am fading,Ain't no one at the doorNobody to take me inNo one to trust with my heartAnd they stand around meLooking but seeing through meI am no one, just a ghostA lonely girl that roams the hallsFound me in the dumpsAlone counting the daysBleeding and pleadingTo my heart to stop beatingDon't help ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desolation/1386423/</link>
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			<title>Riders of Fire</title>
			<description>Amid the ruins of bone and fleshBurned the land with lusty vengeanceChurning those who rose to fightTheir swords a beauty in the glimmering light&amp;nbsp;Crimson light, crimson lightThat of destructive mightTrailed by the enemy of lifeThe darkness that shall never subside&amp;nbsp;Tribes of fire, tribes of..</description>
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