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			<title>Should Have Brought Batteries</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Come on, come on!&amp;rdquo; I muttered to my self as I started smacking the flashlight against the palm of my hand. &amp;ldquo;You can&amp;rsquo;t die on me now.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;The dim light flickered and struggled, but it stood no chance against the heavy velvet of the darkness. I jiggled the switch..</description>
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			<title>Fire's Dancers</title>
			<description>Just before my eyes golden tendrils leap for the sky, springing from hot coals made from wood thats bone dry.&amp;nbsp;Crackles and pops take a familiar beat to be joined by the crickets playing violin with their feet.&amp;nbsp;Woodwind will chime in whenever breezes will blow. While the sweet lit..</description>
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			<title>Unbreakable</title>
			<description>Unbroken spirit,Trapped in pages of the book of souls,Stripped of determination left,Naked on text stained paper,Dignity forced to leave,Through cardboard covers,The one thing left to hide her shame.&amp;nbsp;Broken hearted,Crossing stepping stones, The words of love poems beneath, Her feet burn h..</description>
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			<title>Utilization</title>
			<description>An Essay Not on Renewable Energy</description>
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			<title>Blood</title>
			<description>I bent my fingers at each of the three nodules tensed them up the best I could and yet to it. Just before my wrists a thick strong section of flesh I scraped at the layer. I could feel a slight residue collect under the protrusions at my fingertips. It was coming off not much just a little. Even if ..</description>
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			<title>Touch</title>
			<description>Both of my hands gripped the others wrist tight so I would not fall. My mouth gaped slightly and a weight pulled my face away from the top of my head opening my eyes large and round. I lifted my head brought my hand to my face. There was defiantly a warmth. I could feel myself. I took my hands curle..</description>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>As I felt the door reform my heart sank, taking my breath with it.Something that was already hard was going to be near impossible now. My whole body writhed in pain; trying to healing itself from the trauma I brought to it. I could not move either arm. The numbness penetrated down past my bones, f..</description>
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			<title>Something New</title>
			<description>I could not believe that this was what existence was. Then again it was impossible to be alive or dead, you just could not tell. There was only nothingness yet I could think. There was no floor beneath my feet, a feeling of nothingness enveloped me; no hot, no cold, not even the air that surrounded ..</description>
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			<title>More Than Nothing</title>
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			<title>Journey to Acceptance</title>
			<description>An inside look at the internal struggle of the gifted</description>
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			<title>Low Tide</title>
			<description>Its about a clam</description>
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			<title>Some Wear A Mask</title>
			<description>998 words</description>
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