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			<title>Only A Man</title>
			<description>Blow after blowThrough my chestThrough my heartWeakens meAs droplets of bloodFall&amp;nbsp;FallingThrough a holeKnocking my headOn a huge rockKick me nowAs my knees give outPierce me with a daggerSave me from this painBlinding pain&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Passionate%2A/1047662/</link>
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			<title>Pickpocket</title>
			<description>I heard the thunder strike again and it was followed by thesound of my teeth chattering. I could hear the wind howling and the rainfalling, but I felt nothing. I was numb from head to toe and my body wasfreezing. The ridiculous excuse for a blanket that I was cocooned in, didn&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Passionate%2A/991046/</link>
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			<title>The Black Cloud</title>
			<description>The horizon was tinged with red for quite a while and slowlythe sun came up. I got out of my bed and reluctantly walked towards thebathroom to prepare myself for yet another day. I took a cold shower, brushedmy teeth and put on my favorite green shirt which always seemed to pro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Passionate%2A/986494/</link>
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			<title>A Collection of Stories</title>
			<description>All of my school compositions. I thought I'd loose them one way or the other. What better way to preserve them than store them in here, eh?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Passionate%2A/986448/</link>
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			<title>For Today I'll Dream</title>
			<description>A poem to describe those, who think that they are better off in their dream worlds. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Passionate%2A/831232/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Life Lessons&amp;nbsp;Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived tobe understood.- Helen Keller&amp;nbsp;The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.- Tom Bo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Passionate%2A/811268/</link>
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			<title>Life-lessons</title>
			<description>You only get to live life once. And with every mistake that you make along the way, you learn something new. Basically, this is a book about the lessons that life has taught me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Passionate%2A/811265/</link>
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			<title>When Happiness Left</title>
			<description>This poem descries one's emotions who loses his/her friends.
Friends whom he/she loved dearly and would have done anything to save them from a storm risking his/her own life.</description>
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