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			<title>Winter Storm Warning</title>
			<description>A little piece about my experience driving to Michigan in the middle of the record-breaking storm we just had. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2875290/</link>
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			<title>Beside the Plymouth Bean</title>
			<description>I was proposed to on Christmas Eve this year next to one of my favorite Michigan coffee houses. Here is one of my little tributes to that special night :) </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2873520/</link>
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			<title>Sick </title>
			<description>Violently illFlashes of chunks and acrid Smells. Alone in the darkness. I wash away the sickness. My soul has died I still taste the vomit. You put me through hell Every minute, every second that your Back is turned away, I walk on Burning coals of pain. Utter detachment. You snore..</description>
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			<title>Fist </title>
			<description>You go to do the dishes again Leaving me to die. Water splashing every piece of glass Every clank and clash is just like Nails driving into skin My body is on fire with the flames Hatred burning every body line Eyes of fire and steel, swimming back and forth within my Brain. Every ti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2866600/</link>
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			<title>Cauliflower Grief </title>
			<description>Bits and pieces of my thoughts and feelings over the past few weeks. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2864814/</link>
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			<title>Commission </title>
			<description>The world is empty. Dry. Time is out of order.&amp;nbsp;Her commission is done. Life is a vacuum. It&amp;rsquo;s empty like a&amp;nbsp;Chasm of quiet, locked within a buried tomb beneath&amp;nbsp;Heavy blocks of stone, that will never again be&amp;nbsp;Moved aside. Locked away, and cold, her soul canHide itself with bo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2847841/</link>
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			<title>Tiny Dancer </title>
			<description>Dedicated to my aunt Saundra, 'Saunie.' She danced her way through life until she was diagnosed with systematic lupus in her sixties. I wrote this for her as she held her dying husband's hand. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2827454/</link>
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			<title>He Told Me Not To Touch Him</title>
			<description>Photo by Molly Blackbird on Unsplash</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2824800/</link>
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			<title>Conflict Emotions</title>
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			<title>Nature's Dim</title>
			<description>Photo by Shayam, on Unsplash</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2824796/</link>
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			<title>Impressionist Mural </title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m alone. I&amp;rsquo;m alone again, at midnight. He is beside me, but doesn&amp;rsquo;t say a word to me, until the Nasty phrase no woman ever wants to hear. I&amp;rsquo;m not in the mood today hun, let&amp;rsquo;s do this tomorrow night.&amp;rsquo; After that, he puts that barrier between the sheets, and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2823783/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>Can't anyone hear my screams?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2821801/</link>
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			<title>The Devil Took My Hope</title>
			<description>Would love it if you would read and send me a comment or line of support. Feeling pretty down right now . . . needs some formatting since I wrote it on my phone, but wanted to put it up anyway. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2821564/</link>
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			<title>Sister Number One</title>
			<description>A journal that I recently wrote for my therapist about when my sister was born ~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2818597/</link>
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			<title>The Art of Menstruation </title>
			<description>WARNING, FEMALE ISSUES!! The struggles and confusion of a young girl who has just come into her womanhood. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2813968/</link>
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			<title>My Man&amp;rsquo;s Tool Set </title>
			<description>&lt; I reached up to put my man&amp;rsquo;s screwdriver in his bag and . . . &gt;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2813964/</link>
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			<title>Play Cards With Me, I Need a Break </title>
			<description>Just another crazy night that is full of all things creative and sad (they go hand in hand). </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2813963/</link>
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			<title>Silver Drops &amp;#128166;</title>
			<description>There is no love in the world and there is No one to hug. I&amp;rsquo;ll never crack a smile again and in the Morning you&amp;rsquo;ll be gone. Nothing but the whirring of the Washing machine maybe.  He wants to get to the bank with his mother in the Morning and isn&amp;rsquo;t Able to stay and talk i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2810648/</link>
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			<title>Missing You </title>
			<description>Grandma, I miss you ~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2789263/</link>
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			<title>Sylvan Elves Track</title>
			<description>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJCCRjvFXbs&amp;list=RDmceXgDVmFUs&amp;index=2
(I used to listen to this over and over in the NYU library when I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to study)
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2780298/</link>
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			<title>Majestic</title>
			<description>A love poem. It's so romantic sitting on the porch at two am and writing to a piece of music like this while looking at a black sky :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2776577/</link>
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			<title>V-Day Poem &amp;#10084;&amp;#65039;</title>
			<description>Valentine&amp;rsquo;s Day Poem 
Dedicated to my Willie B </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2774685/</link>
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			<title>Eruption </title>
			<description>Poem for my lover ~</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2774684/</link>
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			<title>A Lovers Poem </title>
			<description>Dedicated to my love, Willie B Allen &amp;#10084;&amp;#65039;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2774682/</link>
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			<title>Suck Them Up</title>
			<description>Suck Them UpWalk around Bryant ParkFinally caught up with the old couple, the man isBarely pushing himself along,&amp;lsquo;We&amp;rsquo;re almost there,&amp;rsquo; he mutters aloud to his wife who is two steps in front ofThe truck bearing aPink hippo. When I listen to a trek like this ISwear I can feel God.Imm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2480283/</link>
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			<title>To Be Sexy</title>
			<description>To Be Sexy(March 29 2020-On a Mountain)I turned on Shakira the other dayHe told me that I should learn Reggaeton toKnow it- sexiness. Standing here I lightMy cigarette in the dark, was it you thatWrote this line?You never really made a lot of sense. And yetSongs start offWith a light iridescent. A t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2480281/</link>
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			<title>Dark Angel</title>
			<description>Dedicated to Baruch Santana, aka, BS</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2480280/</link>
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			<title>Edge of Covid-19</title>
			<description>Edge of Covid-19Beyonc&amp;eacute; clips and aAnother purple haze, rolling out the sack&amp;lsquo;What did we do last night,&amp;rsquo; he said, and I looked in the trash&amp;nbsp;Picking from a heap of lace and blackA string from the the top revealed the rest, and I remembered the drugs, the leftover drag. He said..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2480277/</link>
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			<title>Pulled </title>
			<description>PulledLike an effortless wave you ride upon you, don&amp;rsquo;t even needTo swim. And something pulls you to the, other end. You hear the people calling from the,Land beneath. The rushing of the sea, crying from the echoed wind which carries the,World you breathe; but, no matter what you hear or what y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2480275/</link>
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			<title>Bronx Cemetery</title>
			<description>*Credit for the photo taken goes to Andrew Bishop, which was actually taken in Timaru, New Zealand.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2163267/</link>
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			<title>Poisonous Rain </title>
			<description>Poisonous Rain A man hacking up his dinner, maybe from last December.A chubby Spanish kid laughs, obnoxiously as he hangsOn the end of a poleAnd his fat mother finds equal humor in the display.I just want to sleep . . .I need help, I told the therapist today. Well, it&amp;rsquo;s only uphill from here, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2163266/</link>
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			<title>Cabbage Patch Dolly</title>
			<description>Cabbage Patch Dolly&amp;nbsp;One beer too many.Broken harbor splashedIn, gallons of rain and the liquid vicesWhich people harass.Thanking the days when you didn&amp;rsquo;t have to take the AdvilThen thanking the days when taking the pills used to help.Finish the coffee and thenStart downing the H2O. Daytim..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2163265/</link>
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			<title>Wordy Bird</title>
			<description>Wordy Bird ~If you were a bird, Settled inside of perfect pomposity, Bring me a few things that I would need,  We shall have tea in the morning,  When we chat over business, reading the Morning Brew newspaper,  Nothing but manners and refinement, my liege, So if you are going to be i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2098193/</link>
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			<title>Where&amp;rsquo;s Waldo??</title>
			<description>Where's Waldo??Katherine Hepburn has fallen on the floor, And you told me you were planning to give me nails, While Marilyn Monroe gazes at me with a sultry look on her face, As though she is blowing crescents of air with a, Never ending kiss. My picture sits on the side of my bed and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2098192/</link>
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			<title>Pointless</title>
			<description>Accept my love just accept my nature,The urge from earlier today Is gone,Leaving me with an empty hole in the middle of my chest. My life hurts again, even if, I am trying to make it worthwhile, for how many hours, Could I sit and chisel away at the end of an idea, My pencil twisting i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2098189/</link>
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			<title>History Repeats Itself</title>
			<description>History Repeats Itself ~ Soulless. Dead eyes popping out from,  Dark smudge bags   An unfinished pot pie sits, ... At my elbow, with a fork driving out of, The center like a spoke,  Into a heart,  As I watch the people pass,  Into a gold yellow,  Puddle, walking into a hazy unknown,  Fading into som..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2091742/</link>
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			<title>Randomity</title>
			<description>Randomity&amp;nbsp;~ Time is ticking,  Realities changing,  Perceptions that cling, ... Unto a ledge.  Crazy day passing,  Your unpredictable behavior is,  Like me when I sigh, Annoying person rolls backward and forward, Someone needs a chill pill, Someone needs to relax.  Zigzaging lines, drift,  Like ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2090786/</link>
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			<title>Demons and Coffee </title>
			<description>Demons and Coffee ~Large woman sits down beside me. Leaveme alone to nurse my depression. As angrily I stab at my rice,with my fork-...Something bigger than this will surely drownme,But something lesser than this I could not think.I leavemy seat without warning, and,Walk the first flight o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2090781/</link>
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			<title>Pushed Away</title>
			<description>Pushed Away ~How does it feel to be pushed away, And to be given the cold shoulder? Numb from the pain, My fingertips are breaking away like ice, Yet- Taking a sadistic pleasure in the fact that I am, Feeling it, Because how in the world can you be the target of so much hatred mixed with neglect,  A..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2086037/</link>
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			<title>Suicide Pill</title>
			<description>Suicide&amp;nbsp; ~&amp;nbsp;I wanna crawl under my covers anddie.I wish I could roll go under.I can&amp;rsquo;t move for the pain that isencapsulating me,Fixating me.I&amp;rsquo;m like a block of ice that&amp;rsquo;sshaking in the tempest,And starting to melt.There&amp;rsquo;s a devil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2085642/</link>
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			<title>Face the Side</title>
			<description>Face the Side ~Don't come in too close,Don't roll over,Don't kiss me.Somany rules, so confusing.&amp;nbsp;things that I can't fully decipher.&amp;nbsp;You're arms around my back,&amp;nbsp;Don't get too,Emotionally attached, you whisper into my neck,As I listen to musical thunder,&amp;nbsp;Pour itself ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2085641/</link>
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			<title>Fly With Satan</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2085639/</link>
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			<title>Love Capsule </title>
			<description>Love Capsule ~https://youtu.be/5anLPw0EfmoSomething beautiful encased, A timeless ball of energy which takes,Up dreams, and holds and keeps the,Capsule, in a time and place of small convenience, Holding on a few more seconds before it lights,A phoenix before it catches the flame at a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2067489/</link>
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			<title>Screwed ~</title>
			<description>Screwed ~You screwed me over on the apartment, The walls which decorated the rooms,Caved, and the ceiling was at your feet with tangy rinds,And the bathroom was a tsunami, While you readied your place for another client as I,Worked the night. ~ * ~ The addiction and smells, O..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2063378/</link>
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			<title>Cheap ~</title>
			<description>Cheap ~&amp;ldquo;He doesn&amp;rsquo;t care, says my brain. Am I so sure of that? Or was it myself just being-Reactive?He kisses me because he missed me-Right? But, I&amp;rsquo;ve known enough of him to know,That he&amp;rsquo;s just like any of the other men, And it doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean anything. Wo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2063376/</link>
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			<title>Hot Fantasy</title>
			<description>Hot Fantasy ~Hot phone pressed like a palm against my stomach,My hand runs over my sweaty skin, So hot, the sweat-Trickles painfully slow, down beneath my naval. And my eye catches with frank fascination on the beaded drop-It&amp;rsquo;s smooth, glistening trail that it leaves behind, Wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2058600/</link>
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			<title>Upside, Downside, I Laugh, Insanity </title>
			<description>Upside,Downside, I Laugh, Insanity ~https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8N_aay0ddcYHaircascades around your face,Whichvery gently I brush back,Bigstrong man, you hold,Somuch inside of your heavy,Barreledchest.Iplace my hands up and rest the palms,P..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2054037/</link>
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			<title>Party of Souls ~</title>
			<description>Party of Souls ~https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v_4O44sfjM&amp;nbsp;Thin,silver line,Ofa woman&amp;rsquo;s sad warble about to die.Inthe darkest corner,Washedout looking-Variouspieces of broken glass,Acat slips by in the distance,Anarm falls into sight-An..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2049021/</link>
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			<title>The Visitor ~</title>
			<description>TheVisitor ~&amp;nbsp;Carsroll back and forth,AndI could do nothing but give the dark impression,Ofblot which fades into the background into,AScene inside of a Union Square caf&amp;eacute;,Aspart of its colored spectrum,Therain cascades in ponderous rivulets,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Foxemerald/2046535/</link>
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			<title>Shot of an Electric Blue Vein ~</title>
			<description>Shotof an Electric Blue Vein ~&amp;nbsp;Youreyes are so intense,Cracklinglike a lightning bolt,Flashingacross a mass of ink,Anda blue, electric vein of strength,Insideof which, a pulsation undulates,AndI can feel your arms,WhenI draw them around my wai..</description>
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