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		<description>The original writings of author Li Yan</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>In the early (exact date undecided) , the world changed. A deadlyvirus spread the planet, stealing the life of every body it inhibited. Theworld fell into chaos as people struggled to grasp onto their lives. But it waslike trying to grasp onto water. Wit..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&quot;We have been blessed, Eliza,&quot; The man stared into hisdaughter's eyes of which glowed with curiosity and innocence. &quot;She is asbeautiful as you are, my love&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His wife smiled in response, &quot;No, her beauty has long surpassedmine.&quot; She crad..</description>
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			<title>Thorns</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1928383/</link>
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			<title>Piano</title>
			<description>It's like climbing a white staircaseAnd seeking the flowing clouds at the top.It's like spreading your wingsAnd taking flight for the first time in centuries.It's like being caressedBy the soft whisper of an angel.The soft melody carries youThrough the hurricanes and storms.And in that short moment,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1927648/</link>
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			<title>It Is a Free World</title>
			<description>They say it is a free world, but when you look carefully enough, it is a cruel world with expectations which if not reached, will cause you to be criticised and shunned. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1927646/</link>
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			<title>Writer's Block</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote to overcome a writer's block I had at the time. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1926471/</link>
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			<title>Debris Of My Home</title>
			<description>Based on the true story of a young boy who was on the news once, who lost everything due to the chaos of humanity and was left with nothing but his infant sister. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1926468/</link>
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			<title>My Tears, Their Bliss</title>
			<description>A short simple dark themed poem of which the meaning I'll leave a mystery to be guessed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1926461/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>Time, and how we can never grasp onto it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1925974/</link>
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			<title>Lost Angel</title>
			<description>Growing up, and the loss of childhood innocence.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1925968/</link>
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			<title>Only a Stitched Up Smile</title>
			<description>A poem about the expectations people have of you, and the feeling where you're compelled to reach those expectations to the extent that you lose your sense of identity.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1925952/</link>
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			<title>Torn From My Arms</title>
			<description>A poem about losing something really important to you as a result of someone taking it from you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1925945/</link>
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			<title>Shadows Of The Night</title>
			<description>The nightmares that haunt us no matter where we run off to.
We cannot run or hide even when facing them destroys us. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiYan2354/1925940/</link>
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			<title>Forbidden Secrets</title>
			<description>A poem about suffocation. It doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted to be about love, but can resemble one's desire for the things they can never have. View it in the way that most connects to you</description>
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