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			<title>Salt with tea</title>
			<description>The warwitch numbs a transient abate,a vaseline slide into the brackish opiate.The drizzle of paraffin leaks the cow,a paradoxical dip into the sleepless now.</description>
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			<title>A new years stake</title>
			<description>Crimson sierra, naked leeched and bruised, dressed the throng of a fetal punch drunk nation, while the falcon's eye condemned distant realms, oblivious to the flock of new lies.</description>
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			<title>Milk</title>
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			<title>The first lie</title>
			<description>Deals with the first sense of loss at a young age.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seanharsant/813409/</link>
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			<title>The awakening</title>
			<description>more short pieces</description>
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			<title>Despair </title>
			<description>Collection of short pieces.
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			<title>Bread and wine</title>
			<description>Another on the evolution table</description>
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			<title>The return of the prophet</title>
			<description>I will constantly work on this piece, changing the shape of this.
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			<title>The shadow</title>
			<description>loss and grief.</description>
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			<title>My Insomnia</title>
			<description>The noise that night is. This will also evolve. </description>
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			<title>White bicker stick, line</title>
			<description>Work in progress.</description>
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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>Haste has withered thee boneless and dry, burden by nauseous sleep that burns tender wells dry.Come rest thy world on comfort breast and thou shall tease out thy warriors of motionless far rest.Till angels of light dance in their blessed place and sleep sweet sleep soddens thy troubled face.</description>
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