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			<title>Skeleton Sister</title>
			<description>There&amp;rsquo;s a depth to his shadow,and determination in the orange glowthat dims to a sputter every third street light.I remember how the speed takes the power, and I remember how the sun makes my skin ache and I remember how this walk makes my heart ache.I remember why I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/741742/</link>
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			<title>quiz to find out why you love the way you love the way you lose</title>
			<description>sometimes, when i can remember,i have this dream&amp;nbsp;in which,&amp;nbsp;some version of mehas become one of those horrible psychologists&amp;nbsp;that got into the game to figure out their own problems&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;i list all of the possibleanswers to questions&amp;nbsp;in quiz form&amp;nbsp;except&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;at ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/683242/</link>
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			<title>dull symmetry</title>
			<description>Most disturbing, the silence within your mind.When the thoughts stop coming.The sparkling static&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whenthe outside tries to let itself inTiny little cannons,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/658745/</link>
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			<title>She Probably Wanted To Be An Actress</title>
			<description>This is the beginning of something bigger.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/539374/</link>
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			<title>The Restaurant Downstairs Is Burning Down (And So Am I)</title>
			<description>I watched the train, from the fire escape, right where the subway becomes the elevated line. There was something about it,watching the people through the windows of the cars as theypassed by.There was something about watching the people,so blissfully unaware that they had becom..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/539370/</link>
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			<title>Spring Plus Fall Equals Fall</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;You came aroundWhen Winter thawed at least for the weekendYour heart must&amp;rsquo;ve followed suitI can still feel the wind&amp;nbsp;You came aroundAfter falling apart in Autumn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just collecting, but not reassembling..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/376283/</link>
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			<title>Once You Dream In Sound all Is Lost</title>
			<description>All the quiet moments All the quiet longing Never lose Win Again Try Fry Once you find it Quit Hold tight Once it's gone Forever is lost in this moment All the boys Lose the race Hidden in lies and lace the light Faces north against the wind of your whisper Jump off Once I died twice in two seco..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/369538/</link>
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			<title>Your Kind of Sunday</title>
			<description>You should have seen the rain fall as the sun came up this morning,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the perfect start to &amp;quot;your kind of Sunday&amp;quot;Only without you.All those heavy skies and fervid eyes you talk about&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; seem to be your shadow, delayed.The folks in the historic do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/217075/</link>
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			<title>Pale and Sad in Tennessee</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It all disappeared so quickly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had hope it would&amp;rsquo;ve ended happily&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I never thought this could happen to me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but it did, suddenly.Pale and sad in Tennessee&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/215244/</link>
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			<title>Converse</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The wood grain swirls as it bowsback to the context &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of an abstract quotation&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;notated accurately in the footnotes of the universe&amp;rsquo;s back..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/164921/</link>
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			<title>Oil On Canvas</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I tried to see things your way, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/156993/</link>
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			<title>Patchwork</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Spent most of Wednesday wonderingwhy we hold on to what we do.&amp;nbsp;The smell that lingersjust after all the candles on a birthday cake are blown out,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sweetly smoldering celebration of the passing of time.&amp;nbsp;I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/132322/</link>
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			<title>Graduate School In Brooklyn</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Maps sketched out on paper money&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; all roads lead to the heart&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of the abandoned visions&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/130956/</link>
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			<title>Mother, Dressed In Rags</title>
			<description>Looking toward the youth,their eyes wide, stomach&amp;rsquo;s full.Force-fed on idealized vanity,content on sitting back and watching the show.When all the jesters have died,the troubadour&amp;rsquo;s candle snuffed out,who will be left to perform for them&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;who will step u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/128850/</link>
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			<title>Nothing (Music for the Downtrodden)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Pauses in thought &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;sound frozen &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;light shocked still &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nothing. No one's awake on the East coast. No one's alive on the moon. Simp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/123762/</link>
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			<title>Punchline</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Well-wishes and salutationssatellite-sponsored, blithe exit strategiesFriday night&amp;rsquo;s love is Monday morning&amp;rsquo;s apparition&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Airy, vague, illegible haunting&amp;nbsp;Never fully satisfied by looking back&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/115538/</link>
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			<title>This Is America</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I'm bleeding,the moon is in a coma.The heat sparked a fire, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that burned my soul down.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I could not mourn for it.The bullfrogs&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; out by the lake&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; keep the nei..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/87368/</link>
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			<title>Liberty</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sordid loose leaf recollections&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scatter from the bridge.The car is waiting&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; slowly rusting.Where can we go?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/87245/</link>
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			<title>Forever, Always, and Now Never</title>
			<description>Ember colored water&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; burning holes into the river&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with his radioactive blood.Split open l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zolarczakl/87240/</link>
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