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		<title>{Angel Redd}[Formerly Annie Mac] | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author {Angel Redd}[Formerly Annie Mac]</description>
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			<title>Shipping Out</title>
			<description>Sometimes, we have to wage war upon ourselves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/470261/</link>
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			<title>Imperialism.</title>
			<description>A reversal of power.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/68798/</link>
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			<title>Lady Raven</title>
			<description>A woman becomes obsessed with the man of her dreams.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/65513/</link>
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			<title>Diary of a Mad Brooklynite</title>
			<description>The Name's Phil Donovan. I don't like words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/64752/</link>
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			<title>Dichotomy.</title>
			<description> The following is a poem about an ongoing love/hate affair with my oldest lover...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/64003/</link>
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			<title>I'm Sorry, but this is what I live for.</title>
			<description>Written while during a recurrence of a habit i have dropped once more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/58872/</link>
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			<title>Cry of the Fallen</title>
			<description>I answer to none;the end of my gunis the last thing you seeas it blocks out the sun.Your chances are shunnedas the blood starts to run,your cries fading outas the life leaves your lungs.I live for the red;I oncle lived misledbut the holes in my soulscar too much to be said.No..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/54804/</link>
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			<title>Annie's Logic (Revised)</title>
			<description>A revision of a poem i posted awhile ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/53354/</link>
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			<title>The Proclomation</title>
			<description>A snke with two legs.A shard in the sand.A psychotic sniper put first in command.The mote in your eye.The gun in your hand.A f*****g disaster with no master plan.The first blinding grasp.The last brutal clench.The burning desire you never can quence.Your conscience, disarmed.Your..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/53332/</link>
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			<title>The Struggle Within.</title>
			<description>A bit of insanity is all in a day's work.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/45135/</link>
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			<title>Nicolai's Dessert</title>
			<description>A man on a mission gets his &amp;quot;just desserts&amp;quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/44672/</link>
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			<title>The Reckoning.</title>
			<description>In Death I'll be a Legend, in Life&amp;nbsp;I am a LIE.If Danger was a Detour,&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't even try.Dear Reaper is a gentleman, he will not pass me by;The gentle Swish of metal overcomes my desperate cries.My Casket lies in Waiting, with Soothing, Silent sides;If Living is a prospect, i'll..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BearsInMind/44224/</link>
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