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			<title>Show and Tell</title>
			<description>Come inside I'll show you around,Tug my heart strings to hear the sound,Of pain as it thumps so weak,Listen, my lifeless body speaks.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1894023/</link>
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			<title>Winters Bite</title>
			<description>Stay the night, it's awfully cold.Go fetch some wood, this fire grows old.Just outside is the pile, It should not take but awhile. What's that, you can't get back in?The door seems jammed, this damned pin.Just a moment longer it's almost there,It's awfully cold out, you must be scare..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1894020/</link>
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			<title>First's Communion</title>
			<description>There I stand,Candle in hand,praying to a god I do not understand.How could this be?They let them deceive,and let me perceive,what may be make believe.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1892783/</link>
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			<title>Blue Morning</title>
			<description>An every day struggle,Head heavy with though,legs bearing the weight.Heavy throws* and dainty crows,November rain, it taints our souls.Screeching vengeance with melancholy bickering,Silently I sit with a candle that's flickering,Watching the shadows mock my steps,With a manic grin for the scene, so ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1892529/</link>
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			<title>Sink</title>
			<description>Thick with heat,Choke as you breathe.Stench so fowl,This air makes you heave.Burning masses,Like black molasses,Stuck in the pit of our de masses**,Cling to the rope as it ravage your palm,On your throne of thorns you stand embalmed.Frozen in your flesh you watch as they run,Unable to move as they h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1892514/</link>
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			<title>Wild World</title>
			<description>Cognition learned first,As is tradition,Heart beat, with force so fierce,Make no mistake to live in vain,People will hover and feel your pain,And make mistake to give them gain,Radiation at its finest,Protect like cub and lioness,Learning through watching is best they may do,Wondering so softly how ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1892512/</link>
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			<title>Lust</title>
			<description>Kill me softly with your dagger eyes,I revel silently to your disguise.Hide your teeth into my neck,Look right through me,A harmless wreck</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1892509/</link>
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			<title>Disappointment</title>
			<description>Cool, fresh air kisses my skin,Soon I know spring begins,Flowers will grow and trees will bud,rivers will flow, soon I know the flies will glow.I open my eyes and am met with surprise,a frozen hand grabs my heart and unveils this guise.My short lived dreams have met their demise.I gaze unto a frozen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1892504/</link>
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			<title>Hangman</title>
			<description>Cold light, burning bright, won't you take me with you tonite? Twenty-four sleepless hours, desert dry eyes and my soul's devoured. Lay me down, hang me up, deprive my heart until it hiccup. Bound to house, I hope I'm found soon. I fear I'm approaching my impending doom. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1892314/</link>
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			<title>Future</title>
			<description>My room is pitch black but Still I can see.Nothing lights my room, like air, it's free. I hear my heart pulse with every beat.It's five past midnight and still I've no sleep.Pins and needles stab at my chest, pushing so deep,Like a lost boy, I can't hide my defeat.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tstile/1892313/</link>
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