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			<title>Yellow</title>
			<description>The color of her golden locks, glowing in the sun.The shine of her eyes, when your lips touch her.The scent of the sunflowers that she gives to you on the first date.And the umbrella you hold together, on that fateful rainy night.They say its the color of the mucus in her lungs, the s**t she coughs ..</description>
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			<title>The Crescent Killer</title>
			<description>Nothing to fear, but fear itself.</description>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>The stains on your underwear when you wake up one morning.The hole in your heart, when your father walked out the door.The color of your neck, when she flirts with you on the street.Her hair, as she buries her face in your shoulder at the funeral.The smell of roses at your wedding.The rage that blin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassdoherty/1664445/</link>
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			<title>Purple</title>
			<description>Your fingers, as you walk away from him in the snow.The very bottom layer of a sunset as you walk along the beach, reminiscing about what you could have had.The smell of violets in the rain.Your dress on date night, stained with cheap wine&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;sex.Your daughter&amp;rsquo;s worn jacket, fraye..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassdoherty/1664306/</link>
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			<title>Blue</title>
			<description>The color of her lips when you kiss her in the snow.&amp;nbsp;Ocean waves that try to lick the sun in early morning.&amp;nbsp;His favourite shirt that you sleep in on sunday mornings.And the sky-colored cap that the surgeon wears as they repair his broken heart.</description>
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