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		<description>The original writings of author Dramatic</description>
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			<title>Inquiry</title>
			<description>You know, people say to not be in a &quot;Rush to meet somebody&quot; or that &quot;Somebody will come along&quot;, but what happens in the meantime? What if you crash and burn before they ever get to you?</description>
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			<title>9:28pm</title>
			<description>The heat of the day makes a perfect stage at night. Laying on the bed with a soft fleece covering, I'm only wearing my t shirt and a pair of boxer briefs, my legs are restless as if they're trying to find my way to sleep. I left the blinds half way open, the window ajar, with my eyes closed I can he..</description>
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			<title>Stormy Night</title>
			<description>Storm clouds form the picture outside my window. The clouds are bloated, the thunder rumbles its lamentation. I am useless to the world, the melody of thunder and the cool wind blowing through the window has slowed my heart rate and deadened my muscles. I'm on top of the bed, boxer-briefs and a t-sh..</description>
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			<title>Another Depressed Night</title>
			<description>Enough time has passed for my eyes to make adjustments as I can now see what doesn't exist during the day. My room illuminates by moonlight, she lends me her aid. I lay in my bed waiting, the covers over my head can no longer protect me... that time has passed. I turn over in my bed, as I lie starin..</description>
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			<title>Admiration</title>
			<description>I am grateful for my reading lamp as it emits a soft light tinted orange by the covering over the bulb, because it causes her skin to glow. We are on the bed, she's on her stomach reading, laying opposite to me with her head turned away, a grey cut off shirt exposes her midriff, and black shorts out..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dramatic/1741047/</link>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>The pain, the pain is there.I hold it to my chest.I know that it'll never leave me gasping, like the absence of oxygen, like the absence of friends.</description>
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