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			<title>Let me call this my home</title>
			<description>Take a trip to the house of the hollow painIn a lonely crowded placeSurrounded by the emptinessGuided by the darknessAnd a feeling of dreadful coldUninhabited for the eyes of the livingBut is where the Satan dwellsHere lies my soul&amp;nbsp;I come around here to pleaseThe hatred for the world I knowSell..</description>
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			<title>All those years ago</title>
			<description>Disabled, My storyAn excuse I have to face the realityAnd go crashing head first&amp;nbsp;In hope to disfigure my broken bodyBut nothing works&amp;nbsp;I remain broken and disabled&amp;nbsp;Inside this shelf&amp;nbsp;Its been life&amp;nbsp;and the only thing i can learnis the broken part of meso henceforth i have the t..</description>
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			<title>Peace Of My Kind</title>
			<description>The eyes of the wolf,Prowling through the night.In the middle of the woods.Shiver through my spine.Sweat on my hands,Blood on my mind.The page by my side,Empty, deluded, and still.It's the peace of my kind.I wait for that drop of Ink,Spilled carelessly,With the Intent of killing,These poor feelings,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kikstrtmyhrt/2056231/</link>
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			<title>I'm Under The Darkness</title>
			<description>The old picturesFrom a lifetime ago.&amp;nbsp;I'm just too youngTo move on.Something strangeSomething new.Man, How can I?&amp;nbsp;When I've not tastedThe life of the old me.I went as far backAs my memory could.And asked myself,Where did that time go?I don't remember myselfFrom that time before.When did I t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kikstrtmyhrt/2055763/</link>
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			<title>In the dead of the night</title>
			<description>Let me tell you the endingTo every story to ever existThe rook defeats the KingAnd the King gives It all upWith a smile.Cause&amp;rsquo; giving up Is everything.&amp;nbsp;Wish I had the wingsto shed you from the rainTo stay with youAnd watchThe leaves falling again.To stop ourselvesFrom being the same.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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