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			<title>Hell Isn't Hot</title>
			<description>Winds bitter fingers slash against naked skinWater hardens down eager throatsFrost devours sitting limbsDarkness clouds longing eyes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1650038/</link>
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			<title>Black Rain</title>
			<description>White satin wings flow through blue kissed skiessun light floats like molten &amp;nbsp;glitterwhite clouds dance in the blowing wind.White satin wings fly through blue kissed skies.Grey clouds drift &amp;nbsp;through cracking bluesun shines through tattered cloudsgrey rain trickles down,Grey satin wings fly..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1650037/</link>
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			<title>Being A Potato</title>
			<description>November 8th, 1996. A Potato was harvested in the city of Grand Streams. And, by potato I of course mean myself. Now before you get freaked out, and run away from me, I must be honest with you; I am in fact not an actual potato, nor is this a story about an actual potato (sorry). I am a normal human..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1650036/</link>
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			<title>Blank Canvas</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Blank powdered canvas upon face,&amp;nbsp;Carve a blood smile from ear to ear, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hide the sorrowful grimace that has aw..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1650035/</link>
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			<title>Soldier</title>
			<description>Glistening stars, gave them hope for tomorrow&amp;nbsp;Winding winds gave them whispers of sorrow.&amp;nbsp;Rolling hills of green jungle grass,&amp;nbsp;Soaring birds over ocean mass.&amp;nbsp;Bombs rain down,&amp;nbsp;gunfire pours all around.&amp;nbsp;The end is near,&amp;nbsp;but not this year.&amp;nbsp;Tears run down broken f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1650034/</link>
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			<title>Silenced</title>
			<description>Weeping angels caged within fire bars.Chanting monsters running wild.Touch a cell, turn it blackSpread the disease take him back.inside out, outside in, make him suffermake him thinSpread the cold, pale his skinburn his brain, give him painDisturbed within</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1650032/</link>
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			<title>Tear Drop Stars</title>
			<description>I was born with stars in my eyes&amp;nbsp;curiosity that bloomed like fresh roseslaughter that gave way to day&amp;nbsp;hope that grew as high as treesenergy that dazzled even the fastest of animals&amp;nbsp;but somewhere on my way upI lost it all.Energy gave way to a sluggish walkHope decayed from an every gro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1576036/</link>
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			<title>Ideas</title>
			<description>Maybe I'm not sad.&amp;nbsp;I'm just angry.angry that anything and everything I do ends up in failure,or that I quit before.Angry that I'm the only one who understands,envious that others don't have too.Angry that I tryevery.singleday.nothing seems to change.Angry that I just want to be free,but am cons..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1574561/</link>
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			<title>Time Ghost</title>
			<description>Life didn't begin for me at birth, It never really began at all.I'm pulled through the infinity of the universe, I've passed many dates. 2047, 1650, 3056, 400 B.C. I've even seen the birth and death of Earth countless number of times. A beautiful disaster. I never really knew where I came in. I was ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1574500/</link>
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			<title>Innocents Path</title>
			<description>The young girl from before stood with tears in her eyes; her mother was no longer by her side, she asked the question we were all afraid to, &amp;ldquo; Where are you taking us?&amp;rdquo; The man answered her with menac</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1444265/</link>
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			<title>Thriteen</title>
			<description>This new land isn't really what it appears to be and its what they did to bring us here that is the most disturbing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1440376/</link>
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			<title>Burning</title>
			<description>A black coat is draped across a bony figure like loose skin.&amp;nbsp;A scratchy chalkboard sound pours out of the shadow in the doorway&amp;nbsp;In a beat of a drum a raspy voice utters the sentence &quot;are you afraid?&quot;&amp;nbsp;Deep red eyes taunt your gaze.&amp;nbsp;A scream tickles the edge of your tongue.&amp;nbsp;Bu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BananaSangria/1416873/</link>
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			<title>The Snow Man</title>
			<description>Start with one.Roll it with hopes and dreams.Hope that rages like a blizzard in the heart of winterThenPack it with dreams.Dreams that haunt the soul .Roll it large, and let it sit still.Add another.Roll it with love and everything good.Roll it with the good memories of life.ThenPack it.Pack it with..</description>
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