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		<title>Echo Nightfield | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Echo Nightfield</description>
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			<title>No More</title>
			<description>Painfully lost </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/934947/</link>
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			<title>My Angel</title>
			<description>I stand in wonder,I kneel in prayer,I cry in happiness,I sigh in bliss,I scream in frusteration...I stand in anger only to melt in your arms,I fall and kneel to get up when you hold out your hand,I shake my head in fear, but then you take my breath away with your kisses,All this from someone I never..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/815988/</link>
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			<title>Forgotten</title>
			<description>From time to time we all feel like we're forgotten.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/815987/</link>
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			<title>Lead</title>
			<description>Silence when the time calls for the screams and protests,Shrugs, when an answer is demanded,Easy to do...So easy to let someone else run your life...Harder for you to say enough is enough,For you to make the choice,To stay or to go,Who you like and who you don't,But...Such things give YOU the power ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/815986/</link>
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			<title>Seed of Destruction</title>
			<description>This seed of black, it bleeds me dry,Hatred and misunderstanding,Lonelyness and dark thoughts,It does not die no matter how I cut it down,I burn it, hack it downSmother it or hide it down, burried for none to see...Yet still it grows,Why?How?I want it gone,But it still thrives, growing without my co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/815984/</link>
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			<title>Friendship</title>
			<description>Frienship</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/810082/</link>
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			<title>Me and You</title>
			<description>People don't always see eye to eye.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/810079/</link>
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			<title>-No Title-</title>
			<description>Heros come in all kinds of people</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/810072/</link>
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			<title>On the Outside</title>
			<description>What you see isn't always what you get.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/810070/</link>
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			<title>Angel In the Mirror</title>
			<description>Something hidden in all of us.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/810068/</link>
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			<title>Sorrow's Ledge</title>
			<description>Life has gotten us all down at one time or another, but we are not alone. A twisted youth ponders life after a crisis.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/809116/</link>
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			<title>Rose Prayers</title>
			<description>I'd like to think that it speaks for itself.

A friend of mine died from cancer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/808551/</link>
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			<title>Hath Wasted</title>
			<description>Written for a friend whie he was going through a tough split with his wife.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaMae-Fricke/808544/</link>
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			<title>Bloody Knees</title>
			<description>This explains the terror of having to try and talk a friend to commit to living after finding them about to fly away on crimson wings of suicide.</description>
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