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		<description>The original writings of author SWANN</description>
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			<title>Dead Woman</title>
			<description>Command thou love a mysteryRegardless of the historyFor thou shall rain, and love willremainBut the ocean is deeper, it popsthrough her vain.&amp;nbsp;The ocean is freedom, as it is somystiqueBut her veins still shiver from the thoughtof ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1747325/</link>
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			<title>Russians love their children too</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Post-communisticera, Soviet allure,Beautifulwhite winters for Russians to get through.Minimalisticthoughts, with tragedy enhanced,Russianslove their children too; they just don&amp;rsquo;t show it much.&amp;nbsp;Societyof principles a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1731740/</link>
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			<title>Naked</title>
			<description>As I crawled from under the sheetsnaked,Dancing the songs of paradiseI was wondering what it was like,To have the freedom of butterflies?&amp;nbsp;Clearly speaking I heard a loud voice.I threw on myself a blanket, and triednot to make a sinfu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1700183/</link>
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			<title>You're nothing but...</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;renothing but the tree,Andthe water running deep.&amp;nbsp;You&amp;rsquo;renothing but the earth,Andthe hills upon my breath.&amp;nbsp;You&amp;rsquo;renothing but the sun,Theuplifting windy palm.&amp;nbsp;You&amp;rsquo;renothing b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1697285/</link>
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			<title>Diana</title>
			<description>Inmy mind the sky runs high,Poetry-my time to shine.&amp;nbsp;Sickeningthoughts, beautiful smile.Killme tender, as my life is a lie. &amp;nbsp;Mythoughts come from demons, who breathe in my mouth,Fromsculptures of saints, who bless an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1697284/</link>
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			<title>Surface</title>
			<description>Enter thedarkness with a smile, and it will become lighterComprehend the empty space insideyour mind, to become wiser.The terrifying truth, whichsurfaces so rarelyRemains the cunning edge,familiarity unwearyingly.&amp;nbsp;Artisticviolence,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1661611/</link>
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			<title>After Death- Black Satisfaction</title>
			<description>The following is an extract from my book, Black Satisfaction, </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1656808/</link>
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			<title>Intimidating thoughts</title>
			<description>A piece I wrote over a year ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1656803/</link>
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			<title>00:54</title>
			<description>Ifwe get to the deepest philosophical thought,Then, time is the only thing that we&amp;rsquo;ve really got. Sometimescounting minutes is like counting the stars,Theimmense possibility we have from every second building up. &amp;nbsp;Ironicit is, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1656801/</link>
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			<title>Cynical Myth</title>
			<description>Icease peace, I cease freedom, I cease love.Icrave mournful perfection,Anda clear visible thought. &amp;nbsp;Iwant all my people to be loyal to me.Iwant all their lives to be mine to keep.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;ma cynical controller, a mad..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1656800/</link>
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			<title>Her Majesty- Death</title>
			<description>It'salways when the clock hits twelveHer blur,her mind, her silhouette,Justwhen you thought you had it allShe cameand drilled through your heart a hole.&amp;nbsp;I alwaysknew the truth hits clearLikebright blue skies, when no clouds a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1656798/</link>
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			<title>Ant</title>
			<description>How can you take thelead and leave? How does the nightjust let you sleep? Have you ever foughtbefore? Do you know my soulneeds more?&amp;nbsp;Meaningless asalways, wordsCareless, single, ohI'm boredIf heaven's souljust gave me strengthI'd tak..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1652131/</link>
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			<title>Edinet</title>
			<description>Wind blows through my skin, I cry.Last breath is gone, I die.Just look at my naked, red blooded soul!You want to die, I want you to feel death more.When people cry tears, I cry words.Beautiful poetry, resumed just from thoughts.Women are vultures, they corrupt your soul.I'm a hater, a woman, I destr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1639933/</link>
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			<title>Slav</title>
			<description>Rainy mountains, blurry skyI forgot to say goodbye.Kind eyes, beautiful soul.How could I ever let you go?&amp;nbsp;I stay calm, and I breath tender.You are laid down, with the death surrender.I must go outside to take a smoke,You're the sky who rains, so I stop.&amp;nbsp;Remembering stories, oh those laughi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1639926/</link>
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			<title>Sarah</title>
			<description>Just give me a cold winters dayWhen I can go away and stay.Just give me pain, give me lifeLet me feel torment inside.Let me torture your poor soulLet me be a metaphor.Let me conquer, let me stayLet me love you all the way.Let me cry and let me laugh.I can never feel enoughIf I struggle, if I pray,Ta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1639038/</link>
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			<title>Joanne</title>
			<description>In the presence of the sky,You must think twice before you cry.&amp;nbsp;You must look up and realise,Significance needs compromise.&amp;nbsp;Late nights are saviours for the poor heart.It let's you dream, and sleep, and dance.&amp;nbsp;Aquire patience in the mind.Result to thought, demand, but NO crying.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1639037/</link>
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			<title>Janette</title>
			<description>There's a thousand petty secrets,In this one pathetic mind.The question is, what will you do,In order to continue trying.&amp;nbsp;Some people just grow distant,And cover with a mask.Others lie right through their tears,So they can do the task.Look through this shining armour,And give yourself a peak.Yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1639035/</link>
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			<title>April</title>
			<description>Please be happy and be kindBe forgiving, and keep fighting.&quot;Dear granddad, I love you.&quot;&quot;Yes, I know, granddad loves you too.&quot;Sunday ice-cream, and your &quot;march&quot;Always green unchaining lights.You broad shoulders and your voice.Memories of all I've lost.Tragic day, and British weather,On the Eastern la..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lauragherman/1639034/</link>
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			<title>Juna</title>
			<description>Mortified by my own laugh.Scared to death of my own mouth.Rain, please keep the air cleanI want to hide, from her, from him...Wise words trembled from your breathI came so close to live in my own death.She said in her deep voice once,&quot;Even leaving, I won't leave for once.&quot;&amp;nbsp;Fear in women enhance..</description>
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