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		<description>The original writings of author DLC</description>
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			<title>Touch Me</title>
			<description>A poem that reaches out and touches .</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine - Crystalline in Clarity</title>
			<description>With a gush of awareness ,gracefully spirit soars like eagle high 
Mighty, and free,Crossing into the unlimited boundaries of a brightly lit horizon
Through the infinite corridors of time, a spirit li</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight - Calling ALL Angels</title>
			<description>Eternity  
That by which a being lives on
Throughout the grace of time
 because
One dared to make a difference,
Fought to leave an impact.
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			<title>Chapter Seven - The Healing Field</title>
			<description>He who judges must live
With the shadow of his own Perception
The ghost of his own reasoning
The probability that he too is,
 Indeed,
 Human
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			<title>Chapter Six - The Top of the Mountain</title>
			<description>I run the heavenly earth,
And upon it&amp;rsquo;s crooked paths and narrow roads,
I find my dreams are only what I search for and believe in,
My nightmares, only ignorance.
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			<title>Chapter Five - A River of Perdition</title>
			<description>I plummet down the gorge of illusions
escalate into a river of pain
 flow to perdition
  happily-never-after
With imprints of withered ballerina slippers
Sadly dancing on  strings
 of shattered spirit</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lcds/818408/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four - Which Way to Home</title>
			<description>When I, as a prisoner of time am freed from within my own four walls,
Like the trembling doe I wander, discovering the fields are plentiful, My body strong, My mind only of the turtle that beat the ra</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three - Crumbling Castles</title>
			<description>In the depth of every soul is a door 
 a revolving door
Welcoming goodness and casting out darkness.
To those 
Who look further than the frailty of their
own Crumbling castle
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lcds/818395/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two - The Awakening</title>
			<description>Is thought wiser than
The realism it fabricates
Unintelligible to the vastness
Shattered illusions
Fruitless tapestries
Hope
Crawling
Awakening
Enduring
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lcds/818391/</link>
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			<title>Chantilly Lane</title>
			<description> Time was still.  Whispering in the mighty winds were tales of long-time past, visions starting Once Upon a Time on a lane called Chantilly in an era innocence believed forevermore</description>
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			<title>Crumbling Castles</title>
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In the depth of every soul is a door 
 a revolving door
Welcoming goodness and casting out darkness.
To those 
Who look further than the frailty of their
own Crumbling castle</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lcds/818301/</link>
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			<title>Chantilly Lane</title>
			<description>The introduction to the era innocence believed forever </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lcds/817115/</link>
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			<title>The Awakening</title>
			<description>Once upon a childhood, spirit&amp;rsquo;s flight began in a hologram christened fantasy in an era the innocence of thought believed evermore.  How quickly the tide can turn and with one gust of wind, everything</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lcds/817108/</link>
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			<title>One Little Black Book </title>
			<description>In 1963, the State of Ohio versus Bill Bush murder trial turned the lives of five innocent people into a 'living hell'. Forcing them to live under protective custody throughout the length of the trial</description>
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