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			<title>The Shadow and its Blessing</title>
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			<title>Drums</title>
			<description>Tick tock tick tock the clock goes steadily drowning out my thoughtsSweating I try and concentrate on my usual hauntsFists clenched I try and ignore the slow ticking of the clockIt was as if time with all its splendor was mocking me so i try to blockBeat by beat i hear it, the drumming of the univer..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hasanhersi8/1409003/</link>
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			<title>Philosophy</title>
			<description>People say madmen and lunatics thrive thereThat you will get lost and in life you will get nowhereWhat use is it if it cannot make you wealthy they sayThey raise a shaking finger and exclaim you will end up cleaning traysThen he says with a smile that truth and knowledge is what we are afterThat all..</description>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>There is no escape from the black cloud inside allThe doors are there to grant safety from the shadows in our inner hallWe look and we see the abyss, the nothingness and the darkness withinWhat if there is no light, what if it has forsaken due to sinGroping we try and find hope but use is that if it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hasanhersi8/1407791/</link>
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			<title>Hero</title>
			<description>When we're pushed too farWhen we've been oppressed and humiliated below the usual barWhen the dragon in your belly is ready to explodeWhen the anger at them is so much that it seems to implodeBreath after breath, the mania starts to growAnd you ask yourself that despairing question how?When the gate..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hasanhersi8/1406881/</link>
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			<title>My Fairy Sister</title>
			<description>What can i say?My life took a turn for the better that dayOur relationship has grown and blossomed like a flowerHow I've changed from awkward and clumsy to good and properAll i needed was your guidance and trustMy life i would gladly give for you if its a mustI gave you my secrets and with that the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hasanhersi8/1406477/</link>
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			<title>The burning of the Citadel</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Oh s**t&amp;rdquo; Harrald exclaimed as hefinally awoke to the ringing of the many tower bells that shattered the earlymorning silence of the city.He quickly jumped out of his smallbrown bed and stood on the cold stone floor, stretching as he opened the glasswindows of his room to bre..</description>
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			<title>The Beginning, the End or the Middle</title>
			<description>As I looked up at the stars I had asense of freedom that I never had. I was being led to my execution by a man Ihad trusted with my own life, a man who I called my brother. The slow and loudsnoring of the guard greets me as I get up to move my feet around. The putridsmell of the jail room, t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hasanhersi8/1405969/</link>
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			<title>The Lost King</title>
			<description>Its a fantasy about a assassin, two mages, a wanderer, a borrower and a lonely bride who are on their own paths of wealth, vengeance, discovery, the truth and most importantly redemption.</description>
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