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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>Revelation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1968768/</link>
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			<title>High</title>
			<description>I was high.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1968754/</link>
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			<title>Night</title>
			<description>NightCreeping in slowly, as the hands turn towards the better half.She seeps its way in, consuming it all with a majestic cast.Calm is what she seeks, on the broken is what she feeds.Mistaken as omen, only if you knew how purer she bleeds.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1915404/</link>
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			<title>Chaos</title>
			<description>Chaos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was the starting week of June. Everything seemed grey anddull. We both were sitting on our Enfield 350s at the dead end of our colonywhile sharing a joint. Lost in our own thoughts but still passing it as if wewere connected on another sub-consciously cosmic lev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1913740/</link>
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			<title>The Voice</title>
			<description>The conversation is based on a real situation which happened almost 2years back &amp;nbsp;on the top of a waterfall.It&amp;rsquo;s based on my fight with drugs, depression and &amp;ldquo;him&amp;rdquo;, my inner self. I don&amp;rsquo;t know if it&amp;rsquo;s the day I was truly ashamed of myself or the day Iam pr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1913731/</link>
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			<title>Unheard</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;UnheardShe was a wave that swamped me, spun me &amp;amp; slammed me across.In the vast ocean she was the one; dark &amp;amp; flawed.Her untamed roar shrill..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1913719/</link>
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			<title>Thy A*s and Lips.</title>
			<description>She never fails to amaze me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1857718/</link>
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			<title>A Thousand fold Life.</title>
			<description>Life is like a bean boozled pack, don't know what next might hit you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1857540/</link>
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			<title>Her.</title>
			<description>A short, simple interaction which fiddles a certain part of the mind, an unhindered, untouched, sacred part.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alankillsmonster/1855368/</link>
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