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		<description>The original writings of author ryan </description>
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			<title>[This was of our fear: Life]</title>
			<description>This was of our fear: Life--life would not turn out like GreatLiterature, but, a sad prose withA protagonist incapable of tracing theSharp lines of love...maybe blindTo the rising denouement--leaving the&amp;nbsp;Pages to turn softly, on-and-on-and-On.This fear would reverberate into our&amp;nbsp;Adult live..</description>
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			<title>[I bought a book and a Pint today;]</title>
			<description>I bought a Book and a Pint today;For a time, I was happyWith my&amp;nbsp;current&amp;nbsp;circumstance.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>My Candy Goddess</title>
			<description>I stand looking at the&amp;nbsp;Tinfoil covered ceiling,&amp;nbsp;Feigning class, when a&amp;nbsp;Young Boy bumps into my&amp;nbsp;Leg.He rushes past to the wall&amp;nbsp;Filled with every&amp;nbsp;Chocolate imaginable:Milk--		Dark--Coconut--Caramel--A small Boy's dream.Over the counter standsA&amp;nbsp;confectionery Goddess.H..</description>
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			<title>[&quot;Let's fall off into the ocean] </title>
			<description>A day at the park</description>
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			<title>Sex and Chocolate</title>
			<description>A cheesy poem about two of my loves.</description>
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			<title>[Everyone remembers their first]</title>
			<description>Everyone remembers their first High school sweetheart.Melissa Handelman,Your name proves your capability.But what we embrace More than a name, or A face--is the smell;It&amp;rsquo;s the scent that we treasure. The essence of an all Too forgotten lover--Leaving the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryannaval/757152/</link>
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			<title>Let me tell you&amp;mdash;Mama Candy, Bless those tits of yours. </title>
			<description>A drunken night at Bow Bow. Courtesy of Mama Candy. </description>
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			<title>A View From the Clouds </title>
			<description>A journey from a utopic farming community to the squalor of a modern society.  The story is told in three mediums: journal, narrative and poetry. </description>
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