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		<description>The original writings of author Liam Anthony</description>
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			<title>Cote de jure: One man&amp;rsquo;s struggle with 100% Egyptian cotton sheets.....</title>
			<description>A short story about a particularly disgusting man.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1899768/</link>
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			<title>Thorns</title>
			<description>A poem written whilst drunk and loved up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1899073/</link>
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			<title>To the Dead</title>
			<description>This is a poem that i wrote a few years back, it may be terrible but it holds a special place inside me that i like to remember.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1899069/</link>
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			<title>Business </title>
			<description>Writing coming from nowhere</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1898977/</link>
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			<title>To The Tame</title>
			<description>Itwas the third time she touched me that i realised i hated her.She inspired all the loathing that i could possibly fathom.Her perfect body,her light ocean blue eyes,Her blonde sunkist hair.Her Purity.What i hate most of all is her perfect personality.She hasn&amp;rsquo;t a single flaw and i despise h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1898962/</link>
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			<title>To the Hopeful </title>
			<description>A poem concerning youth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1898959/</link>
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			<title>Gods Pearls</title>
			<description>Boring nights and dark delights,Wait until the morning,The doves witty slight,Taken by the mist,A Goliaths might.&amp;nbsp;Running sick from her end,Leaping for gods pearls,The mountains rumble and defend,Towards the albino peacocks,The messiahs work can now bend...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1898956/</link>
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			<title>A Glimpse </title>
			<description>Forsworn and forgotten,Raping the moral beasts,Eating the Figs of Babylon,Wrapped and plastic dreams,The S***s of the European War,We live like cannibals.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1898952/</link>
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			<title>To our Tears</title>
			<description>A poem about inevitable heartbreak. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1898951/</link>
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			<title>To the Ex-Lazeri</title>
			<description>A stream of consciousness poem that made sense to me at  at one point.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Princley/1898946/</link>
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			<title>White Light From the Mouth of Infinity</title>
			<description>This is the beginnings of a short story/novel that i am trying to write. It is most definitely in the rough stages and some sort of prologue to introduce the characters that i will expand on.</description>
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