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		<description>The original writings of author Mwash</description>
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			<title>Eternal Love</title>
			<description>Tears streamed freely down herface, falling on his hand, clasped in hers. Her eyes were red with pain, herhaggard look a testament to many sleepless nights. She looked down at his face,he was asleep. She knew sleep was an escape for him, an escape from the pain thatsimply refused to gran..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1353893/</link>
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			<title>The Tune</title>
			<description>A story inspired by my poem, The Tune.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1352924/</link>
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			<title>Poisoned Chalice</title>
			<description>Shewas the one,Mymother warned me about,Yetmy sweet mother&amp;rsquo;s words,Wentpitifully unheeded,Attemptsto edify my resolve,Endedin abject failure,Icouldn&amp;rsquo;t get enough,Ofher striking beauty,Iwas deeply taken,Byher nubile charms and wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1349235/</link>
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			<title>The Tune</title>
			<description>The tune floatsthrough the night air,Permeating itsdeafening silence,He can see itmove,Undulating inthe breeze,In smoothserpentine movements,Leaving avisible trail in its wake,He feels it asit flows past him,Its softhypnotic touch,His thoughtsbec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1349234/</link>
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			<title>Statistic</title>
			<description>A simple thought on statistics on human life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1162606/</link>
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			<title>I Still Remember That Kiss</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I still remember that kiss,Feeling your lips against mine,The only thing that mattered,That glorious moment with you.&amp;nbsp;I can&amp;rsquo;t explain how it all began,One moment we were talking,The next locked in tight embrace,Living only for that moment ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1162602/</link>
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			<title>Painful Memory</title>
			<description>A reflection of war and violence especially in Africa.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1103935/</link>
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			<title>Eternal Love</title>
			<description>He hugged her tighterstill,Knowing the end hadcome at last,They slept in eachother&amp;rsquo;s arms,None wanting to leavefirst.&amp;nbsp;Together they hadbeen for years,In times of joy andsorrow,All their troublesand fears,They faced togetheras one.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1073901/</link>
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			<title>Rhyme</title>
			<description>A piece written in a moment of madness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1073895/</link>
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			<title>The Beggar</title>
			<description>Just a thought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1073891/</link>
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			<title>The End Is Nigh</title>
			<description>Been a year since I last posted, this is the result of a play of words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/1063221/</link>
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			<title>Where is?</title>
			<description>What can ease this pain i feel,Ease this ache that refuses to heal,Did i ask this way my life to be,Where is the respite i long to see?Who'll help me with this toture cope,Encourage me lest i lose hope,How can life be so cruel and mean,Where is the shoulder for me to lean?When wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MwashL/688860/</link>
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