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		<description>The original writings of author Greenhorn</description>
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			<title>Inflation</title>
			<description>A tiny piece of writing to help myself vent from all the work at the Uni. Any reviews and criticism is much appreciated!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greenhorn/2155026/</link>
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			<title>At fault</title>
			<description>A short work written on a whim. Feel free to judge and share your opinion!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greenhorn/2099408/</link>
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			<title>To self</title>
			<description>Seconds, minutes and hoursTore apart from the void of TimeInstead of being productiveI sit here and try to rhymeBut herein, in my soulLies a canvas, pure whiteTo keep it like this would meanTo live a boring life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greenhorn/2070970/</link>
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			<title>Passion</title>
			<description>Live your life to the fullestWhat does that mean?How is the fullness even definedIn the world where we are allDifferent and unique?You can't compare climbing Mt. EverestTo writing a great bookYet both these people might feelJust as fulfilled.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greenhorn/1986856/</link>
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			<title>Arcade</title>
			<description>Some people say that life is a gameAnd you have to play to winBut they tend to forgetThat you can't buy more lives</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Greenhorn/1981377/</link>
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			<title>Insults</title>
			<description>Why would one call sombody a sheep?Because of it's slow thinking?Or a pig?For it being always dirty?If all we doIs look at the bad traitsThen why isn't the worst insult&quot;You're a human&quot;?</description>
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			<title>The Hatch</title>
			<description>I step through a hatchOverlooking a signAnd I say to myself&quot;This place isn't fine&quot;I try to back downBut the path seems long gone&quot;What should I do now? I'm here all alone.&quot;And when I start to lose hope and the flame's to burn outA stranger appearsLetting out a loud shout&quot;Make haste my friend,You shou..</description>
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			<title>Sturm und Drang</title>
			<description>Even though the eighteenth century is long overAnd we have all moved onI feel as if the society is yet againBeing torn apartAnd everyone is experiencing their ownSturm und Drang.</description>
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