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		<description>The original writings of author Kendra</description>
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			<title>When I Believed</title>
			<description>Let us sin.		In order to feign forgiveness.Let us seek revenge.		To gather what little is left of reality. In puke green tinted walls. Reeking of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;unshed sadness. With sprinkles on top, cancerous tumors.What is yours?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My blasphemous bittersweet saline..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/678369/</link>
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			<title>Unadulterated Sense</title>
			<description>My words go nowhere.			&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; They tangle in my hair.							&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Drill into my hard palate back into the cranium from which they were birthed.					&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Return home.							&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fluttering in a strangled breeze.													Needle sharp air..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/676659/</link>
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			<title>What I Can't Say.</title>
			<description>I've got something to tell you.A splatter of darkness on the tapes of canvas voices,in your head.I've got a secret to bestow upon you.A faded photograph with stains on the glass,stone faced,&amp;nbsp;encrypted&amp;nbsp;messages branded into your mind.One thing, a murdered word, escaping unexpectedly; whisps..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/670702/</link>
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			<title>~Melodies~</title>
			<description>~~~~~Hold me still. Cradle the falling icicles.Desperate and lonely we have become fickle.Cold and alone.&amp;nbsp;Gentle breaths break our brittle bones.......Shattered.~~~~Spinning and turning in the whisper of the wind,dancing to a rhythm that impersonates our brand of sin.~~~~If you look into the wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/655773/</link>
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			<title>Stay With Me.</title>
			<description>Seems somebody put out my sun.The stars are now a minefield.&amp;nbsp;Out comes the moon,the rays my only shield.Within these shadows of light I rest.Once you were my saviour but now it's insane.With your name on my soul, I did my best.Bit my lip and held in the pain.Because these tears are strangers.Pa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/622444/</link>
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			<title>Two Hearts</title>
			<description>I never really thoughtthat I meant that much.Never really bought,the lies and such.That were poured from me.Obnoxious and deceiving.But now you see,what I figured perceiving.So I sit here.Pondering my life and soul.Choking on fear,but trying to fight the cold.I can't seem to fightany of these jumble..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/593305/</link>
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			<title>Funeral For A Friend</title>
			<description>Superficial rip in the dress of the realmof reality and unreal coated in the filmof blundering dry words and running mascara&amp;nbsp;dismantle the facade and become deadlier than the Sahara.Our bodies cross legged and pristine.Displaying smirks upon features of kind sadness,but inside we hide the maste..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/589881/</link>
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			<title>~The~Place~I~Call~You~</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Breatheacross the eave of retribution.&amp;nbsp;Take care to note the simple facts of thisaddiction.This need that seems to perish and thenarise&amp;nbsp;in flamboyant transgression.Reaping what I have sown through articles ofdamnation.In words I scream with no sound reverberatinga..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/581322/</link>
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			<title>Psychotic Butterflies</title>
			<description>Look upon me in shrouded mystery.Alight the flame that allies my game.Do not judge that which is not yours.If you do so, you lose both battle and war.Deny the cost of easy thoughts.Little white lies easily bought.Hand me downs in a world of words..flying free as demon white birds...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/581319/</link>
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			<title>Black Ground</title>
			<description>I sit here in rapture.&amp;nbsp;My hands quickly clicking away at the resonating sounds of the keyboard.Click. Click. Click. Loud pound for the space bar in between.Melancholy symphonies invade my mind with breaches in the disposition&amp;nbsp;of thoughts.What do I know?What can I do?How do I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/581124/</link>
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			<title>(T)(I)(M)(E)(B)(O)(M)(B)</title>
			<description>Visit to my mind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AngelsWilt/581115/</link>
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