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			<title>Lament for the Spine-less</title>
			<description>Love;I can think of no other way of describing this passionMy irrepressable obsession,My flame of hope Which reason refuses to blow out.&amp;nbsp;My selfish love,Regarding nothing else down my path,Posessing my mind,Unhinging my thoughts,An unmeasured and crazed devotion.&amp;nbsp;My secret loveFor how coul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare-Owens/891035/</link>
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			<title>Internal Chaos</title>
			<description>I think this is about being confused and a bit mad, which worries me.  I kind of like it though :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare-Owens/705296/</link>
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			<title>Oscar</title>
			<description>About I boy I once knew (cue reminiscing music), not me!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clare-Owens/704667/</link>
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			<title>Different</title>
			<description>This popped into my head in a tune reminiscent of Bob Dylan's Shelter from the Storm for one reason or another.  </description>
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