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			<title>Whispers in the Woods</title>
			<description>He bared a toothy grin as he walked toward onward. Fog sweeping his from sight, his ghostly green eyes disappearing. 
&amp;ldquo;Oh, Little Lou. Oh, Little Lou.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;Welcome to the night.&amp;rdquo; </description>
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			<title>Marmalade Cherry </title>
			<description>Chapter 1</description>
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			<title>Two Paths to the heart</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;There are Monsters in the world,&amp;rdquo; She had said.
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			<title>chapter 1</title>
			<description>He was sure Sara Doblin had shouted it, spreading it the word &amp;ldquo; Fight&amp;rdquo;like racing wildfire. Inwardly cursing her for her stupidity. He reasoned he could have gotten out of this with a few poor thought out insults and some form of threat but now. He glanced, sweeping across the gathered e..</description>
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			<title>Sun Rain</title>
			<description>This is my sun rain.</description>
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			<title>Microphone in hand </title>
			<description>Inspired by a singer.</description>
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			<title>Chasing Tails</title>
			<description>Moghale ( Moe-g-hal) was tired, with it&amp;rsquo;s damp cobble stoned streets aligned with street lamps that created a shine in the stone road that mirrored a semblance of shapes and colors. The rusted trash cans sit huddled like stray cats alongside of stores and homes whispering awake as lights turn ..</description>
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			<title>Chasing Tails</title>
			<description>Her freedom might come from the secrets swirling from her master's lips. 
To find them mean's to find the secret itself. </description>
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			<title>Tremor</title>
			<description>Love me no more than a burning.</description>
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			<title>Now you've seen</title>
			<description>You weren't supposed to look; not to know. But now you do, now you've looked. Now he's to search for what are the lie's and what is the truth. </description>
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			<title>Embracing</title>
			<description> She lost control, the stormy seas taking her down, she fell to the floor. 
You were told to embrace for impact.
 I can&amp;rsquo;t hear you. She thought. </description>
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