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			<title>Empty Dreams</title>
			<description>When I listen close, I hear the sound of ghosts wishing me hope.Alone in my head?I feel the sting, the discount of memoryEverything I can see flowing out to sea, without myself.Find the kiss of madness, the pure scarStakes, states, and sane fallSain the fleeting thoughts, sing a contrite symphonyThe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MWRK/1879838/</link>
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			<title>Pick One</title>
			<description>A benevolent despot,conflictions galore. Kneeling through life,unsure, unsure.I can never choose,the ceiling or floor.So warm - up above,the fireplace running.But alone on the floor,no restrictions - no humming.One seems to win out,at least for a time.But wind hits the chime,and,away I blow, decisiv..</description>
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			<title>Quest</title>
			<description>The cruelty of this place,forever mars my blemished face.My sinning - O, the scourge of man,scars my calloused hands.My constant wishing for release,bloodies my eyes and sinks my cheeks.I have no answer,no clear description.It is unwritten.I have no definition.We teach falsities,the mind - restricte..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MWRK/1879833/</link>
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			<title>Make, Lie</title>
			<description>The sun is eaten,
thought eternal - beaten.
Satanic spawn,
enact their cost.
Their Master rises,
muttering lies.
His gaping maw,
swallows whole
my brain, my heart, and withered soul.

Quaffed - I pond</description>
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			<title>An Education</title>
			<description>Short film I wrote, kinda weird. Includes some shorthand. Content has been prone to change and one intended scene is absent.</description>
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