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			<title>A Haiku For Whoever Stole My Bike</title>
			<description>I swear to god, thoughLet me catch you in the streetsBitch, I will find you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marisa-Starky/1010331/</link>
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			<title>The House of Special Purpose</title>
			<description>Anastasia Romanov's last days.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marisa-Starky/618590/</link>
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			<title>Nihilism, The Empty Divine</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Seek out gold and sit on it.&amp;rdquo;The dragon regarded me with scornI took a gem to throw at himAnd he laughed with such arroganceWhich made me think, like a human manBut he only scoffed at such a notion.&amp;nbsp;The dragon told me he saw everythingThe things he cannot changeIg..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marisa-Starky/614624/</link>
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			<title>I Told God Not To Call Me Back</title>
			<description>I clipped my own wingsFell through telephone wiresAnd He stepped over my bodyAs I&amp;nbsp;soaked up the earthI don&amp;rsquo;t need anything to make up forWhat&amp;nbsp;they say I&amp;nbsp;lack&amp;nbsp;On the ground&amp;nbsp;I heard the telephone ringHello, I recognize that voiceBut I can&amp;rsquo;t he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marisa-Starky/614316/</link>
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			<title>Death Came By Yesterday</title>
			<description>Just an ordinary day with Death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marisa-Starky/613712/</link>
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			<title>Caesar Told Me Not To Dance</title>
			<description>The world belongs to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marisa-Starky/610451/</link>
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			<title>Halt, Shall The Bard Sing</title>
			<description>Her voice calls to the men of sea. But heed not, she is the devil</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marisa-Starky/610449/</link>
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			<title>Concrete Bodies, Have You The Time?</title>
			<description>This is my world of steel.</description>
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