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			<title>Mr. Blackhound</title>
			<description>Oh, Mr. Blackhound, sitting in my heart.Why must you snarl so? My human form lowers the guard of my fellow race,until they catch glimpse of your fang-bearing face.Reactions of fear and flee must sustain you;The crunching of bones, music to your pointed ears.A past path of bloodstains shone through.W..</description>
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			<title>The Scythe Carrier who Beckons</title>
			<description>He stands in his fieldsin his cloak of black,his face shrouded in darkness,And with his scythe on his back.The skies are endless and gray,the grass goes on forever.Color is sapped in his wakeas he floats to his endeavor.He looks to the horizonto see a single soulfloating on the sky.He once again bec..</description>
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			<title>Silly Humans</title>
			<description>Will you remember me when time stops ticking?Will I live forever in your heart's memory?Doubt seethes throughout me pondering the idea.&quot;Maybe being human simply won't fit the criteria.&quot;Maybe the truth hides from souls turned sour.And it may remain unknown until the world's darkest hour.Walking unsca..</description>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>I want to go home. My soul is weary from roaming this earth. I want to go home;where there is nothing but sound. One sound. The sound of love. It's so unkind here, full of the trials of strife; Designed to wear souls thin.  Driving them to madness. I want to go home;where I can r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MylesDavis88/1725102/</link>
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			<title>Cast Aside </title>
			<description>Wishes of remembrance must subsideMemories of love and moments of sorrowAltogether I wish to cast them aside.Reminiscence of sweet kisses under a summer moonIntimacy of almost eternal hugs like no tomorrowI banish them along-side pink sugar perfume.Fireworks flustering inside from our touchTears tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MylesDavis88/1718703/</link>
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			<title>Momma Karma</title>
			<description>A poem for my mother. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MylesDavis88/1718476/</link>
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			<title>Soul Eater</title>
			<description>A demonic humanoid steals everyone's life force. Devouring everyone's will to live.</description>
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