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			<title>Watercolour</title>
			<description>This is based on a terrifying dream I once had but it is also inspired by a very bleak and lonely point in my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeydraper123/1713950/</link>
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			<title>Don't worry about worry until worry worries about you.&quot;</title>
			<description>Sorry guys, I'm not looking for a therapist or anything. Just sharing my thoughts and this is basically my life atm.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeydraper123/1707559/</link>
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			<title>Harvest</title>
			<description>This is a poem about the final second of existence before death. An attempt to explore how that may be. It was inspired by the song &quot;Dead for love&quot; by The Libertines.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeydraper123/1643784/</link>
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			<title>Each Man's Prison</title>
			<description>&quot;I have come to understand one thing, a least, about life.  You see, each man&amp;rsquo;s prison is himself. His accuser is his own conscience and his bitter memories the bars that constrain him.&quot;  </description>
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