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			<title>You...</title>
			<description>How a feel about &quot;YOU&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/602849/</link>
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			<title>Worrying Over Our Sanity</title>
			<description>See my note :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/573045/</link>
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			<title>Your Darling Sheep</title>
			<description>What you won't do, I will,for I am the lost sheep,that you long to kill.Oh! but do beware,for I have plenty of teeth to bare;the lone wolf masked in sheep's clothing,&amp;nbsp;a crucified majestic, stoned by loathing,the lonesome miscreantmuttering a mindless chant.Hide behind an eclip..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/573038/</link>
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			<title>Young Bird</title>
			<description>B&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;            O&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;           E&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;                              R&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;          K &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;          N&amp;hellip;			is the bird, that&amp;rsquo;s forced to fly too young&amp;hellip;	Unspoken&amp;hellip;			are the words, stitched away inside&amp;hellip;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/573034/</link>
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			<title>Orion's Moon</title>
			<description>Fire crackling, raging inside her heart,burning impossibility apart.Hear the thud, pumping blood to lung.Eager eyes gaze at a high moon hung.Like diamonds are those eyes;a vision so sharp, staringtowards midnight skies.Golden irises mirror the full orbwith loving adoration.Teeth li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/573028/</link>
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			<title>Cheers To The Void</title>
			<description>A bullet shot through a still life world...Broken is the bird's wing unfurled.Shattering a realm of peace trapped in war...Falling are the glass shards of love and lore.Inter-twined are the opposites of life...Zig-zagging between the dagger and knife.Off-white is the ivory tower.....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/573026/</link>
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			<title>What Makes Us Human</title>
			<description>A short reflection I wrote when I was 13 or 14; simply wanted to share it with you all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/571527/</link>
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			<title>The Seeping Wound</title>
			<description>Short story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/571273/</link>
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			<title>My Love, Most Violent</title>
			<description>Insinuated explicit content; read with care.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/571233/</link>
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			<title>The Gray Lion</title>
			<description>In the most loving memory of my grandpa Himsel; may you have no regrets in the peace of afterlife, may you feel no pain, may you be free.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/571227/</link>
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			<title>Abandon In Aberancy </title>
			<description>Inspired by Ellen Hopkins.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/571223/</link>
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			<title>Repulsion</title>
			<description>Recent poem about falling back into the pits of our old, and sometimes harmful, habits.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/571217/</link>
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			<title>Of Importance....</title>
			<description>I know what lies beneath,I've seen the flash of teeth.Gash out memories of old,heeding the lies you've been told.Lies of beauty and lies of fame,lies photo-shopped in a picture frame.So rip off this face, this mask of glass...It's not who I am anyway.	</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/571216/</link>
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			<title>Venom and Victim</title>
			<description>I wrote this back in 2008; honest feedback is what I'm here for.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ScratchTheMaven/571199/</link>
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