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			<title>What I Felt</title>
			<description>Just emotions and no facts. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2823585/</link>
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			<title>The Man Who Saw the Big Bang</title>
			<description>	&quot;Do you have something to say?&quot; he questioned with no remorse.&amp;nbsp;	&quot;To be entirely honest, no, but I'd still like to talk.&quot;&amp;nbsp;	He smiled at me as if the wide, loud, animalistic laughter was held back by some inertia force.&amp;nbsp;	&quot;Tell me, then.&quot;	&quot;When I had paid the 2 Euros for entering this s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2804749/</link>
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			<title>The Underworld, Darling</title>
			<description>From all that booze and cry and powder,&amp;nbsp;My memory turned quite low so I believe not to have an encounterOf all your beautiful faces tonight.&amp;nbsp;So please, if I may, just allow me to take a rapid peek,&amp;nbsp;Solely so that I know to whom I leak&amp;nbsp;All my agony and sorrow.Man, THIS I wish I co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2804686/</link>
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			<title>The Tristo-Ilar Scenario of My Existence </title>
			<description>From what has been given and accepted,&amp;nbsp;Skeptically perceived or rather obviously offered,What I've learned is, my dears:&amp;nbsp;The death wish has no space any longer;&amp;nbsp;Most destructive disease is fear;&amp;nbsp;Reason is the seed of hope;&amp;nbsp;Mankind's thirst for knowledge is a fall from grace;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2803857/</link>
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			<title>The Muse of the Dead</title>
			<description>Despair rises behind the pyramid of pleasure.Powerfully grasping the last bit of dim light,&amp;nbsp;For horror is blessed with the sun's rapid arrow.Crushing shadows of mystery where beauty hides no harmAnd revenge is the demon of those crucifying their belonging.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2803854/</link>
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			<title>The Human Interaction Habitat</title>
			<description>On a big white piece of paper, I endeavor to establish...While the events are passing by my presence as if I were to be&amp;nbsp;All of these massive rocks and them,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2803853/</link>
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			<title>We're Born, We Lie and die</title>
			<description>As we cross paths through flimsy roads,&amp;nbsp;We touch the souls and sink the boats.&amp;nbsp;Our glare is rare, but still distinct,There'd be no sound we'd not inflictInto the bubble keeping us in hover&amp;nbsp;While the rest may still yet wonder.&amp;nbsp;How among them all we'd only fall.&amp;nbsp;Hence only the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2803519/</link>
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			<title>Creation and Presentation of the Matter </title>
			<description>I am this tasty juicy pie and it's eating me out. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2803436/</link>
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			<title>Between Us Both</title>
			<description>Passion's narcoticDrug yourself with pleasure!Why scared of deathAs life presents the controversyA tool,Neither you nor me know how.&amp;nbsp;I am the blue sky,You're a falling star from up above.&amp;nbsp;After the end of your dynasty, still by my side.I am only left with it all.Without me, your transparen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smaranda/2803431/</link>
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