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			<title>fire</title>
			<description>wild fire appearspure and freeit will burn youhow childishthe cloud over my headdark red and lameblows it awaythe thing you're feelingthey'll throw it awayyou'll be sickthey'll be safe &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLeaf/1689261/</link>
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			<title>start the riot </title>
			<description>I see what i wantand i burn what i seewe have the wisdombut..we are not freerunning jumping and screaming wild&amp;nbsp;we should have the riotso please&amp;nbsp;let's freak out</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLeaf/1689258/</link>
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			<title>mad with the cat</title>
			<description>you don't have the rightcut my heartsay you have all the gunsso smartloving you loving cats&amp;nbsp;in shape&quot;i don't need to be that&quot;bullshit</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLeaf/1689255/</link>
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			<title>lisboa ao porto - (Lisbon to porto) </title>
			<description>just a lame poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLeaf/1689243/</link>
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			<title>In Bed</title>
			<description>My life is a stormsparks and windcovered the roadMy bed is a boxeasy to sleepcold has i thoughtnow some raini'm felling goodfor felling some painMonsters from beneathyou think the're madbut they're just sickcolor blindblack and whitenothing shine&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLeaf/1688321/</link>
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			<title>The End </title>
			<description>life is boredmind is stonedhappiness is a whoremy 4th dimensionmy dear friend sick madness...father open the doorthe door of melancholythe door of my strange lonelinessat least life is highsoo it's all a world of fantasyis that all it is?&quot;stand up now&quot;&quot;you're a man&quot;Life comes deathand death is the e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLeaf/1688320/</link>
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			<title>mind</title>
			<description>walking in the sunhot and cold&amp;nbsp;the wind breath to my feetwalking...my skin still coldalone under the groundlocked in this caseis this the endwhat is my soul aboutthe sound of the crowdthe killer is the timethe world continuesand the sun goes downthe moon comes upsilence shows up nowthe night is..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLeaf/1688313/</link>
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