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			<title>Old River</title>
			<description>My first time writing in a long while.</description>
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			<title>The Meadow</title>
			<description>					The Meadow:.					There's a meadow in my mind					Through which you wander					As do I.					With the meadow you'd whisper					The willows; the whippoorwills					No longer.					Phantom rain					Specks the maize					Though it falls when you move.					But the sun					Still rises					As will I</description>
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			<title>Egyptian Cotton</title>
			<description>It just came. There was/is no thought.</description>
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			<title>Motherless </title>
			<description>Motherless:aMawkish whimpers wane,Vestige of love remain,&amp;nbsp;For he cannot abstain,&amp;nbsp;From the love which he must mourn.aLonesome malady inflicted,The scars inside his heart depicted,The sorrow with which he'd been afflicted,Whilst he stands alone in woods forlorn.hFor so long he was bereft,Of ..</description>
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			<title>Doors </title>
			<description>My second ever short story. [Finished- 18.09.2024]</description>
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			<title>Dunes</title>
			<description>First thing I ever wrote. Plants begin to emerge in a desert. The desert dies as the plants flourish. [Written - 16.06.2024}</description>
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