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			<title>Nail in the Numb</title>
			<description>Dolorosa Tristesse says:</description>
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			<title>Pernicious Affection</title>
			<description>i) evolution
ii) know it, you love  
iii) noitulove</description>
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			<title>Filius est pars patris</title>
			<description>Mother please forgive me 
I just had to get out all my pain and suffering
Now that I am done, remember I will always love you
I'm your son</description>
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			<title>The Obfuscation Of Existence</title>
			<description>What's this life for?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aenigmakil/1323291/</link>
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			<title>Exit to Enter </title>
			<description>The perennial quest for knowledge, the secrets of the self. The journey into madness, the descent into rage...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aenigmakil/1319540/</link>
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			<title>Anaesthetic Mourning YogHurt</title>
			<description>This toxicrelationship is starting to make me sickThis anaesthetic won&amp;rsquo;t&amp;nbsp;sedate me, not one bitThis urine flavoured yogHurt&amp;rsquo;s starting to get thickI&amp;rsquo;m driven under, can&amp;rsquo;t help but milk itShe used to be thegirl love would think aboutNo matter how much ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aenigmakil/822509/</link>
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			<title>Quietus Dreaming Part Two: Through Funeral Eyes</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I.&amp;nbsp;AloneAnd cold At my ownFuneralI sit in the front rowWhere lost souls are forced to goInsideI cryAs I view this lifeThrough funeral eyesHow I wish I could dieBut the front row is where I resideII.Above my head, in the dirtThe mourning sun&amp;rs..</description>
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			<title>Quietus Dreaming Part One: Dead Wings of Butteflies</title>
			<description>From the moment ILooked into its eyesProfound were the feelingsThe meanings without meaningDead wingsof butterfliesFlutter beneath my eyesThe truth, it flirts with painSeduced by suicidal gainI&amp;rsquo;mcontent with dying aloneI&amp;rsquo;ve lived a life for which I cannot aton..</description>
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