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			<title>Take off Storms.</title>
			<description>The faded glory in the desert heat took off in a storm to the nostalgic uncertainties.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childwisdom/767868/</link>
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			<title>Itching Thorns</title>
			<description>On itching head, carrying torn and patched sack Torn out in bruises of thorny vomits of emotions Stuffed with the worms mating incessantly&amp;nbsp;Dreaded man&amp;rsquo;s nagging itch in dirty hairy headScratched the dirty hair, taught the sack,Measure the dreams, bolt the emotions, And crush..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childwisdom/645019/</link>
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			<title>Irreconcilable language</title>
			<description>The unseen searched by the raysThrough the gallows the eyes ranTo the bottom it reached pantingThe faded light blurred the deep&amp;nbsp;Unreadable deep lies underneathYou turn away from the depthThe language lies there grasped littleNo one befriends! Turn the lights off!&amp;nbsp;Vague ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childwisdom/644048/</link>
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			<title>Gentle Animals</title>
			<description>Accused and the accuser deny the dirt on their white coat worn with the assistance of their sister and love with beauty and name with a sinister attraction called hypocrisy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childwisdom/644012/</link>
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			<title>Thrust Vectoring</title>
			<description>The darkness was amazing as it gave no space for hiding. There was nothing to hide. Innocence was the epitome of darkness. Darkness took over the sight of the malicious own existence. The love for lightless charm ascended as the search of a ray was futile.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The darkness gave a blindn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childwisdom/640169/</link>
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			<title>Lines of Reins</title>
			<description>Lines were drawn in the thin air, all of them not to cross or force not to slide through. The artist was an experienced well known personality who had all the rights and expertise to sketch out the lines of control with elegance. Still, the pencil vibrated in his hand to decide on whether to allow c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/childwisdom/638241/</link>
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