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		<description>The original writings of author Aura</description>
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			<title>Change</title>
			<description>Everything changed within a blink of an eyeCouldn&amp;rsquo;t reverse this shift, believe me I&amp;rsquo;ve tried.&amp;nbsp;To stop, what I felt had been in my controlBut it&amp;rsquo;s inevitable, and it's just breaking my soul.&amp;nbsp;As each passing day, became lonely drifting weeks&amp;nbsp;Where was the closure, to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2908028/</link>
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			<title>Buried, not Lost</title>
			<description>I'm known to be a mystery,&amp;nbsp;a long-awaited tragedy.Piece together every slight clue,my story is long-overdue.A superhero like Batman &amp;hellip;without any outspoken fans.Never leaving a well known mark,my actions didn't delay till dark.Hunger suppressed by sense of smell.try me &amp;hellip; you'd reme..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2845740/</link>
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			<title>Clarity</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2838231/</link>
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			<title>(clean) Grass</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2827007/</link>
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			<title>Feeling Pleasantly Blue</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2825318/</link>
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			<title>Conflicts Arise</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2824714/</link>
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			<title>Singing Spring</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2824113/</link>
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			<title>A Hue of Purple</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2823194/</link>
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			<title>Doubt of Terror </title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2822497/</link>
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			<title>Alluring Dreams</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2821885/</link>
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			<title>Roses are Red, Violets are Blue</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2821884/</link>
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			<title>Life of the Sakura</title>
			<description>A nonet-style poem!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2821194/</link>
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			<title>Rose Colored Glasses</title>
			<description>See the world in pink!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2820956/</link>
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			<title>Between the Lines of Hearts</title>
			<description>And William Michael Reeves. A Petrarchan Sonnet</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2820781/</link>
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			<title>Butterflies</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2820242/</link>
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			<title>Indulge</title>
			<description>Senryu, 3 lines, 5-7-5</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2819668/</link>
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			<title>The Wolf</title>
			<description>A typed out version of the image is included :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2819549/</link>
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			<title>Defeat</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2819375/</link>
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			<title>Trust</title>
			<description>Can we really trust anyone? Should be read as a dialog </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2818964/</link>
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			<title>High on Rage</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2818687/</link>
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			<title>Real Thinking Reflection</title>
			<description>Are you real,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Reflection?&amp;nbsp;You are concealed&amp;nbsp;No attention&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;You are me,&amp;nbsp;A connection&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We both dream&amp;nbsp;Of liberation&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;Inside&amp;nbsp;My imagination&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I see you&amp;nbsp;No satisfaction&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;A beautiful glass frame&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My admir..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2818276/</link>
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			<title>The Humanity behind The Evil</title>
			<description>What if Disney Stepmothers weren't so bad?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2817617/</link>
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			<title>Fall Back</title>
			<description>25 hours are in one dayWhen the clocks goes back one hour as if to say&quot;Time shall freeze, this one moment, so do what you may&quot;Yet we do not realize this miracle and sleep the night away</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2817576/</link>
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			<title>What is?</title>
			<description>What is the purpose of lifeWhen it can just end with a knife?What is the purpose of a smile?It's just a facial expression full of liesWhat is the purpose of my history?It&amp;rsquo;s just a story filled with miseryWhat is the purpose of a phone call?It's just a cover up to make sure I wo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2817140/</link>
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			<title>Silent Night</title>
			<description>Is the night as quiet and peaceful as we think?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2816704/</link>
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			<title>Would you?</title>
			<description>Would you choose to believe me if I said I was born with a heart?&amp;nbsp;Who had so much love to give, that I chose to give it to the undeserving ones from thevery start?&amp;nbsp;I thought my love was so strong that nobody would dare have it shattered&amp;nbsp;Yet they did, they made me feel as if I hadn't..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2814137/</link>
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			<title>Dark Green</title>
			<description>Well wishers lies;&amp;nbsp;Kind words and an empty smile&amp;nbsp;When success is introduced to life&amp;nbsp;Dark green meets the eye_______________________Burning gossip spreads&amp;nbsp;Starving hearts to be fed&amp;nbsp;A content face changes red&amp;nbsp;As dark green fills the head&amp;nbsp;_______________________Hatred..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2813646/</link>
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			<title>To the one who Left</title>
			<description>A poetic letter to the one who left</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2813230/</link>
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			<title>Disney!</title>
			<description>Call it a critique of Disney, or just a poem fulfilling my childhood fantasies!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2812897/</link>
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			<title>Sad Little Ghost</title>
			<description>The evening wind howls a whistling tuneoutsideThe presence of a lonely soul is nearbyA sad little ghost, our invisible hostTrying to find a homeIn a world sucked out of hopeIn the darkness of isolationNo company provides underwhelmingsensationRemembering what it was like to be aliv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark0_0/2812875/</link>
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