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		<description>The original writings of author Berniece</description>
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			<title>Phases: A Lunar Testimony  </title>
			<description>New MoonThe girl brushes her lips, newly kissedA lilac scented smile, barely bloomingRemnants of his breath on her cheek,she wishes on the star that pulseslike a dare, a sultry whisper calling hertowards the dark moonless night&amp;nbsp;Waxing CrescentThe boy sits on a milk crate, upsi..</description>
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			<title>June Snow</title>
			<description>A historical poem about the spiritual unraveling of&amp;nbsp;a New England farmer during the &amp;ldquo;Year without a Summer&amp;rdquo; (1816), the aftermath of the Mount Tambora eruption. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirahaycock21/2962214/</link>
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			<title>Radio Static</title>
			<description>My eyes close  once. Twice. The light flickers Behind my eyelids I seeDeep bruise purple A sticky neon yellow Melting candy on the playground asphalt Is that face smiling? Frowning? My mother Or someone wearing her face Why is Grant from high school Trying to kiss m..</description>
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			<title>Her 21st Birthday</title>
			<description>A found poem from the article that reported her death. 

https://www.ktvb.com/article/news/local/woman-killed-in-crash-near-middleton/277-8fe42942-63ba-460e-b7f2-581305dcf92d</description>
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			<title>Don&amp;rsquo;t Say It</title>
			<description>I won&amp;rsquo;t say I love you,but I feel it in the quiet between uswhen our gazes touchSoft as a breath,silent as retreat&amp;nbsp;Lingering talks on the patioaround the table I thriftedYour dark green American Spiritsand a half pint of Jamesonsweating harderthan the words we don&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Pearls before Lovers </title>
			<description>We&amp;rsquo;re masquerading, butmy sequins scatterI&amp;rsquo;m coming undone My petticoats are pinchingThe chemise is clinging I scrub at mypainted smileIt&amp;rsquo;s smeared This corsetcracks my ribs Your cravat looks tight, darlingLet me loosen itwith my teeth Let&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>Live Bait</title>
			<description>Don&amp;rsquo;t drag me through the mud I don&amp;rsquo;t feed offfilthI only bite your wriggling worms Wear your waders or I&amp;rsquo;ll draw bloodYou can try trolling but your boat motorleaks poison into my tide  If your hook catches my gills, release me I&amp;rsquo;d rather..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirahaycock21/2956438/</link>
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			<title>Elbow Grease </title>
			<description>Don&amp;rsquo;tthank meforthose repairsPayme what you owe me&amp;nbsp;Youroily helplessnessclogsthe filters&amp;nbsp;Youthrew my torque wrenchina fit of rage&amp;nbsp;Fixit yourself&amp;nbsp;Iliked the maintenance untilyou took it forgranted..</description>
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			<title>Love like Vandalism </title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m nothing to you You want space? Of course, dearest. I&amp;rsquo;ll make room. You say I&amp;rsquo;m naive? You&amp;rsquo;re right, honey. I&amp;rsquo;ll do better. You&amp;rsquo;re busyAgain? That&amp;rsquo;s fine, baby.I shoulder your careless wreckage But I still stop to smell T..</description>
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			<title>Premature </title>
			<description>I crave companyStuff myself with it Until I choke Like a snake trying to swallow a shark I claim casual because love makes liars out of men. I bottle affectionSo I don&amp;rsquo;t die of thirst And so no one says I imagined it I&amp;rsquo;d still die, thoughIf you needed me..</description>
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			<title>Secondhand </title>
			<description>I chased borrowed dreams, because I loved the dreamer I stood,head down, at a starting line Wearing someone else&amp;rsquo;s numberI sprint blindly Wait These aren&amp;rsquo;t my shoesStopI didn&amp;rsquo;t pick this raceSo I walk Dragging my failure with me  I come in de..</description>
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			<title>Love like Drowning</title>
			<description>This poem helped me realize how much I crave connection, even when it overwhelms me. If you've ever felt both held and hurt by someone's touch, this might feel familiar. </description>
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