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		<description>The original writings of author April Thomas</description>
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			<title>Prey</title>
			<description>Like a predator stalking his prey, I follow you through this miasma world, you see as a Nirvana,
this... veneer dimension, you hold so dear, in it I wait to capture you there.</description>
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			<title>Seduction</title>
			<description>Swiftly he pinned her against the wall of their penthouse suite, his thigh forced her legs apart as he pressed against her. &quot;It is taking everything I have not to rip that dress off and devour you...</description>
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			<title>Untamed</title>
			<description>At the age, of seven rescuers finally found a feral child living amongst a pack of wolves in the wilds of Canada. </description>
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			<title>Feral</title>
			<description>Swiftly he pinned her against the wall of their penthouse suite, his thigh forced her legs apart as he pressed against her.</description>
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			<title>No Resistance</title>
			<description>Opening the fridge brought about a huge disappointment. All that remained were plastic gallon jugs of mysterious concoctions made by his mother. Each one labeled with their purpose. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amertrini/823469/</link>
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			<title>Spirit</title>
			<description>Poem for the book Spirit</description>
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			<title>Your Essence</title>
			<description>I wrote this for an upcoming book titled Affiance</description>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote for my second book Broken</description>
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			<title>Apathy</title>
			<description>He often wondered why she loves him so deeply. He had nothing to offer her and nothing to be proud of personally.</description>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>Fa couldn't take his eyes off of his daughter, his only child. Makayla was not easy to raise, at eighteen she choose to elope with her very first boyfriend. It ended badly to no one's surprise.</description>
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			<title>Spirit</title>
			<description>Fa couldn't take his eyes off of his daughter, his only child. Makayla was not easy to raise, at eighteen she choose to elope with her very first boyfriend. It ended badly to no one's surprise. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amertrini/823444/</link>
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			<title>Survival</title>
			<description>Maxwell looked across the dinner table at his date. One of his friends mistakenly thought he knew his taste in women and had convinced him to go on this blind date. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amertrini/823441/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>Maxwell looked across the dinner table at his date. One of his friends mistakenly thought he knew his taste in women and had convinced him to go on this blind date. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amertrini/823437/</link>
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			<title>Mei</title>
			<description>As far back as she could remember. The world appeared different to her, it felt different. To her seeing, speaking and playing with earthly spirits was a normal experience.</description>
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			<title>Endurance</title>
			<description>Max turned his attention on Mei. Intensely their eyes locked. If you can hear this, then you&amp;rsquo;re the one I&amp;rsquo;ve been searching for. Come back to me, Max&amp;rsquo;s heart channeled to Mei.
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