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			<title>Monumental suffering</title>
			<description>Monumental suffering is not to be escaped alone.Freedom from the dying ache of love does not exist.Unrequited affection drains every fleeting smile,until,&amp;nbsp;a state of despair is second nature.Eventually, it is weakened.Slithers of hope pierce your vision.The soul never stops batt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gwen-Richards/1735088/</link>
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			<title>The Dinner</title>
			<description>Glimpses flickering rashly, hidden amongst her rational speech.&amp;nbsp;Oblivious, the guests dine nonchalantly.Cigarettes perched on cue,Dispersing carbon monoxide at the persecutors request. There is no intrinsic link between wealth and morality.Government officials, lawyers, an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gwen-Richards/1654113/</link>
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			<title>Slate Coloured Dust</title>
			<description>Slate Coloured Dust&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every whisper ruptured her rationality,regardless of pitch or tone. The piercing screams were as destructive as thefaintest curses. She questioned why they held equal weight within her mind.Nothing. Instead she began categorizing pain with the la..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gwen-Richards/1638209/</link>
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			<title>Peace does not exist</title>
			<description>Journal entry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gwen-Richards/1636784/</link>
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			<title>Forbidden Humans </title>
			<description>We compulsively lust after forbidden humans.&amp;nbsp;They elegantly glade through our thoughts,piercing our brief moments of relative calm,&amp;nbsp;becoming explosive bonfires of desire,&amp;nbsp;Infiltrating sparks and everlasting embers.&amp;nbsp;We are never relieved. Ever.&amp;nbsp;For if we were,they would hol..</description>
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