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		<description>The original writings of author Georgina Cross</description>
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			<title>This Hospital </title>
			<description>This Hospital,&amp;nbsp;Vacant halls.&amp;nbsp;Desperate needs,&amp;nbsp;Dwindling hope.&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow, will she see you?This hospital,&amp;nbsp;Savage teeth,&amp;nbsp;Breaking through her bones,&amp;nbsp;Chewing her up tonight.&amp;nbsp;Tears they cry,&amp;nbsp;Strengthen your cruel, sinister grip.&amp;nbsp;Two Zombie nurses,&amp;nbsp;Wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Georgiecross/1754361/</link>
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			<title>Waiting for Seasons to Change</title>
			<description>Fuchsia pink blossom surround the trunk,&amp;nbsp;Roses smothered in dew.Silhouettes of our bodies form,&amp;nbsp;Being starved by longer days.&amp;nbsp;Once dead branches grow green again,&amp;nbsp;Magenta, crimson, apricot too,Seasons change,&amp;nbsp;Summer soon follows,&amp;nbsp;To Spring we whisper adieu.&amp;nbsp;Freshly..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Georgiecross/1754354/</link>
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			<title>Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog</title>
			<description>Based off the painting by Caspar David Friedrich, 1818, this poem represents the mystery and power of nature. A man who has climbed high to witness the sublime fears the continuous growth of nature. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Georgiecross/1753596/</link>
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			<title>The Mortality We Share</title>
			<description>Humans are deluded creatures,&amp;nbsp;Stronger than all others.&amp;nbsp;A desperate need for controlAstounds me.Empty.&amp;nbsp;with a need for control to feel complete.&amp;nbsp;Simple minded creatures,&amp;nbsp;like ourselves, push darkness aside.&amp;nbsp;In some it swarms.&amp;nbsp;Possesses.&amp;nbsp;With only consumption,&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Georgiecross/1753542/</link>
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			<title>Shadows Cover All</title>
			<description>Light description of nature. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Georgiecross/1750734/</link>
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			<title>Child Inside </title>
			<description>I am not merciful,&amp;nbsp;Stubborn confusing.&amp;nbsp;A complex mystery.&amp;nbsp;It is me.&amp;nbsp;The door is open,&amp;nbsp;just a little.&amp;nbsp;Ajar.&amp;nbsp;An entrance to my heart,&amp;nbsp;A pathway to the past.&amp;nbsp;The door is slammed,&amp;nbsp;a child locked insideprotecting a pure heart.&amp;nbsp;Fear. Dismay. Expectati..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Georgiecross/1745468/</link>
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			<title>What We Love the Most </title>
			<description>What We Love the Most.&amp;nbsp;Everything I look upon is a source of Wonder.&amp;nbsp;Cold.&amp;nbsp;Sharp and grinding against my toe.&amp;nbsp;Sinking. Colder. Sharper.&amp;nbsp;The Ocean is closer now.&amp;nbsp;Deep.&amp;nbsp;Salted air cleansing my sinuses.&amp;nbsp;Waves crash.&amp;nbsp;Water surrounds me.&amp;nbsp;Consumes me.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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