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			<title>Glass Steam</title>
			<description>Fools sail if their joys are fat,Running out of pictures for this wet dirt,Buried in the ground to replace the visions of myselfEmbracing my marble man Even as he crashes in front of meBleeding perfume and champagne, like a prisoner I melted in his universePoisoned in ferocious eternitywith no blue ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/1515226/</link>
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			<title>What Happened?</title>
			<description>just pouring out my feelings. 
Kinda sucks. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/1044827/</link>
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			<title>Mute</title>
			<description>I want to sew my lips shutTo be mute foreverto never plague another person's ears with my voiceMy putrid acid voiceit matches my existence wellVoice is a gift?I beg to differIf it were a gift why is everyone so . . . Monstrous?Always telling me to shut up.My voice is annoyingMy input and opinion dev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/1044722/</link>
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			<title>In Another Prison </title>
			<description>I kept running after Jill. It's funny how one second I'm just having a conversation with a girl and the next I'm running after her trying to get her to calm down and stop running. She kept running down the mountain which was a mistake because a search party had been sent this way. &quot;Jill!&quot; I yelled a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/955821/</link>
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			<title>Run</title>
			<description>Deimos meets a young woman around his age named Jill. He finds her rather beautiful and more appreciative of life than he. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/666832/</link>
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			<title>Four A.M.</title>
			<description>Inspired by dreams and inspired by pain. Inspired by the song I listen to.That I know no one will hear out for display. I write the same story, I write the same play, but you'll be sorry when I'm gone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/656263/</link>
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			<title>Paper</title>
			<description>My heart is a sheet of paperBlank.It can be wet with tears and drowned with sorrowOrIt can burn with anger and passion.&amp;nbsp;I fold the corners of this paperI do oragamiI make you a present with this paper heart of mineHappy Birthday, Merry Christmas, And most of allHappy Valen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/642347/</link>
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			<title>Fly.</title>
			<description>Just letting my thoughts flow out...and it sort of just fell into place like this...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/641909/</link>
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			<title>Blame</title>
			<description>Chapter One of my book. Deimos describes his day and his feelings. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/637932/</link>
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			<title>Little Lark</title>
			<description>Deimos Eton; a young man aged fifteen who's name has been written in blood forever. He is the cause of everyone's pain and problems and he just wants out. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/637914/</link>
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			<title>Lovely Curls</title>
			<description>Got mad in class today and I wrote this. It was mostly written just to get down my feelings of extreme anger because I get sick of people at school. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/635031/</link>
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			<title>In Sisters We Trust</title>
			<description>This is a story i wrote for my 10th grade english class and I wrote it in a total of two to three days when originally I had maybe 3 weeks? Hope you enjoy it. It's about three sisters.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliceSon13/634683/</link>
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