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		<title>Crimson Apples | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Crimson Apples</description>
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			<title>What's Not There, But Still Triggers Care.</title>
			<description>SORRY</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1702169/</link>
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			<title>XD</title>
			<description>Do you like me?Why?I never try.It'll always end with bye.and I don't want to die.but I will forever lie.Inner wars, end in ties,I bathe in my lies,Choking my sighs,dreaming of my demise.Do you like me?I'll ask again,tell me,&amp;nbsp;before I go insane.My tears are frozen,imaginary rain,I ask you,&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1701153/</link>
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			<title>The Darkness That Lures</title>
			<description>Walking idly past trees and shrubs,Hearing snaps and whining cubs.There's light to her right,but she looks away, shivering, and continues to walk,For ahead there is shadow, darkness full of grief,screams of agony, and shouts so brief,leaving her wondering,thirsting for knowledge,of what happened her..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1699991/</link>
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			<title>Her Name Is Jouet</title>
			<description>Jouet is plaything, or toy in french.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1699928/</link>
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			<title>White Rooms</title>
			<description>Chains snickerAs vultures bickerYet I'm still alive,waiting for death to arrive,it'd be too simple,so instead life will cripplewhat's viewed as insane.Why can't you see?It is only in pain,Why won't you just leave it be?They cry for my sake,But I know they are fake.I'm a chance for them so,they can p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1698718/</link>
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			<title>Embers and Graves</title>
			<description>She sings for furyShe burns for rageShe devours the barsthat create her cageWith anger for a lover,She'll never run for coverShe's a beast with clawsThat obeys no laws</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1697615/</link>
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			<title>Sent, Now Waiting</title>
			<description>I am a foolhave been used like a toolhave lost and won duelsI try, but unknowinglyAnd wait, dreadfullywait for the worst,&amp;nbsp;wishing for anythingI wilt in my grave</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1697612/</link>
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			<title>When Life Gives You Lies</title>
			<description>Collection of randoms</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1697470/</link>
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			<title>Fairy Tales</title>
			<description>Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, a queen gave birth to a baby girl.&amp;nbsp;For hundreds of years, a girl had never been born into royal blood. Their world was in shock, and from servants to farmers, from dukes and royalty, the news spread quickly till everyone knew of the little princess...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1694067/</link>
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			<title>When Christmas Brings Fear</title>
			<description>Last christmas~ I gave you my heart~ then you killed me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1691982/</link>
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			<title>Cold Toes</title>
			<description>I was locked out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1691978/</link>
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			<title>The Lawyer</title>
			<description>In The Courtroom </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1689339/</link>
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			<title>In the Courtroom</title>
			<description>There is no true right or wrong,Only differing eyes in which we see through,And different people who we speak too.In this man's eyes, he had not done anything,Anything wrong.He says it was an instinct, simply self-defence.&amp;nbsp;And I could agree.It depends on what he was thinking, what he was feelin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1689327/</link>
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			<title>Drip Drop</title>
			<description>Bullied</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedApples/1685549/</link>
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