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			<title>You Are Killing Me, The Immortal</title>
			<description>My name will fall through the cracks of history,Yet I will wander on.Many men will fall before me,And some may have actually been strong.My body and my mind shall transcend all,While my heart breaks time and again.Many places shall I visit before I fall,And perhaps I never will see the end.This is t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deadline/1623280/</link>
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			<title>No One Likes Reading</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deadline/1596155/</link>
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			<title>The Things That Fall on the Shoulders of a God</title>
			<description>It's all I can do to stay out of my bed,It's a wonder I'm not already dead.But in a way, I am - aren't I?My soul is fading and I can't even cry.I'm cold and sometimes my skin burns me,I'm sick and it's hard to keep moving.I'm alone and it's starting to hurt more.I'm trying to hate you, but there's n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deadline/1594834/</link>
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			<title>On Call, Twenty-four Seven</title>
			<description>Today as I sat in a place many will never see,I couldn't help but let my imagination run free.I saw the people all around as kittens and cats.It's odd - I know, but I was compelled to see that.These women and men, professionals working for the government,Appeared before me cute and cuddly for my amu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deadline/1593419/</link>
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			<title>It's Getting Cold in Arizona</title>
			<description>I feel a longing that I cannot explain.I need someone to call dear -To hold close and to protect.A child, a lover, the shadows of the sane.I long to be with something without a name.To cherish another soul, one still filled with light,It's all I can think about tonight.My friends call me crazy,&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deadline/1593385/</link>
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			<title>Playing in the Woods</title>
			<description>A story about one of many instances</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deadline/1592685/</link>
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			<title>The Air Around a Drowning Man</title>
			<description>100% nonfiction.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deadline/1592678/</link>
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			<title>Another Broken Mirror</title>
			<description>A mirror tends to show what we believe to be true, but know that what you see isn't always what others see when looking upon you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Deadline/1591115/</link>
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