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			<title>Moist</title>
			<description>Much time had passed since Christine lost her parents to the cold water that night. Flowers had blossomed into full bloom and slowly grew old and brittle crumbling beneath the soil. Family members and grew closer just after the funeral. Friends brought fully assembled dinners for one. The boy called..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/758959/</link>
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			<title>Willow.</title>
			<description>While the walls draped in moist floral print wall paper, the fading stain of the hardwood was peppered with tiny flecks of soft pink paint. Hanging only by a thread, each chip would eventually fall loose from the uneven trim of the windowsill. Spinning franticly only to land delicately within the se..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749425/</link>
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			<title>Moth Marrow.</title>
			<description>warning: no weak stomachs. insects, asbestos, and rotting inside. </description>
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			<title>Bruised but beating.</title>
			<description>holding on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749406/</link>
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			<title>Forever firefly.</title>
			<description>Where have you gone?In a flashback I remember you said you'd stay forever.Even through the darkest weather, you said you would be here.I climb, I break. I crawl into your empty words.If only I could run away from what you think I have left.I was forced to make a choice between something rare or some..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749403/</link>
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			<title>Purity.</title>
			<description>pure, pale, perfect.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749399/</link>
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			<title>Unattainable. </title>
			<description>heart ache, longing, death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749397/</link>
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			<title>Dimension.</title>
			<description>Far away from here, a mirror stand tall against a chipped brick wall.In its reflection one is only to see me, but faded and switched against reality.While the blue walls of today surround my first self, green walls crumble caving in thoughts tomorrow.In these walls I hide from you, and them and they..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749394/</link>
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			<title>Do it all.</title>
			<description>purest of forms.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749392/</link>
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			<title>Reincarnation.</title>
			<description>Carve the earth in pieces with our blade.Create our life revealed through more pleasant shades.Monsters, they exist.We will tackle them downLeave them to drownIn what they've made of us.And love, they can't ruin this.Break through space and timePray they don't catch us for this crime.If the demons d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749387/</link>
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			<title>Torture Orchid.</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749385/</link>
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			<title>Twisted vines, morbid minds.</title>
			<description>I'm starting to learn something sharp.&amp;nbsp;Like a blade it brings feelings so new and it's burning.People don't act, think like they say they do.I once thought all these souls were learning.Pale faces, dark places linger above the concrete.Transparent like ghosts through a crowd.Heartbreak and ache..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749382/</link>
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			<title>Open sore.</title>
			<description>regret and heart ache.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mothmarrow/749244/</link>
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