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			<title>Soul Music</title>
			<description>Music is to the soulAs a moth is to the eyeFloatingCuriously triggering senses of feelings divineTearingThroughout the brainWith the power to transformyour pain with its infallible formTo steal the rain from the clouds aboveA color so white it thwarts the brightest of dovesEverything seems possible ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beatles1189/596237/</link>
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			<title>life</title>
			<description>Caverns of green growing in front of my eyesClosing in on my mindStrangling my thoughts and sucking myenergy dryMy bones bleed life which drains frommy poresDying to escapeTo be aliveTo live in harmony with the fiery gasWhich illuminates the&amp;nbsp;darkness&amp;nbsp;of the sky</description>
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			<title>The Church</title>
			<description>Alone sat the man with his hands in his lapWhen he heard ever so slightly a creak or a tapAnd when he looked upon this ghoulish soundIt disappeared and was no where to be foundSo the old man stood from his unfinished prayerTo face the darkness armed with a glareAs the man raised his hands fire poure..</description>
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			<title>Between You and Me</title>
			<description>Between you and meColorful butterflies adrift at seaCarry Memories that have once been lostFreezing in time beneath the midnight frostBetween you and meAnd the drops of liquid in our teaBeyond our image we connect and&amp;nbsp;through our senses we projectour inner feelings without a wordwithout a singl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beatles1189/592233/</link>
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			<title>Manicans</title>
			<description>Magically misshaped mannequins rome the open fields in search of blood and ivory, as they spoon-feed life into the empty-headed school children thriving off the dew of a warm summer night's glow.</description>
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			<title>shambles</title>
			<description>My life sits in shamblesBroken pieces beneath my feetI stop to smell the flowersWho introduce themselves to meTry to see through your windowBut emptiness is all I seeI've been running for hoursYet i still can't fall asleep</description>
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