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		<description>The original writings of author Hayyel</description>
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			<title>Dance of the Tortured Soul</title>
			<description>Secrets can be hidden for only so long&amp;hellip;And, once exposed, do they reflect a false impression or a true recollection?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayyel/1183936/</link>
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			<title>The Conquerors</title>
			<description>We are all brothers under the skin&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayyel/1021713/</link>
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			<title>Grungy People</title>
			<description>Their wretched journeys with depressed visions...despair an only guideDemonized offspring once valuable gifts returned as cracked eggs,Those grungy birds with clipped wings anesthetized by the suck of lifeThrough trial tribulation and a tad bit o&amp;rsquo; pain music became their only God.Ble..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayyel/817895/</link>
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			<title>A Hunter's Plea</title>
			<description>    A tired, lonely man prowls for victories wherever he can&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayyel/816278/</link>
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			<title>He was Steve - They had Jobs</title>
			<description>A moment of pause and appreciation for Steve Jobs and the people who worked with him and for him; may he rest in peace.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayyel/812838/</link>
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			<title>Suicidal Seasons</title>
			<description>A wind swept chill arrived,Falling leaves in decay.The rhythm of its movement,Falling once on my head.A white blanket of flurries,Against a full moon light.Playful flakes of uniqueness,Covered much of my brow.A fresh drop of dew glistened,Under a youngling petal.The splash of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayyel/812356/</link>
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			<title>The Life of Pearl</title>
			<description>The opulence of a paragon to be...Discovered.Sequestered inside a chamber of...Shell.A kindred spirit to other expressions of...Beauty.Thriving under pressure to be...Purposeful.Otherwise indifferent to its evolution its...Grandeur.Tethered by its own planned act of...Submission.Ardently engaged in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayyel/812227/</link>
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			<title>That Place</title>
			<description>In the blink of an eye...A shudder from within...My life in the womb,Will I transcend?In the tear of a child...Feelings of warmth a smile...The burst from a nebulas,Do I pretend?In the reaction to a pulse...The reflection of one of us...To the immense vastness of a place,I view a vacuum filled space..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayyel/811893/</link>
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