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			<title>Distraught</title>
			<description>Glaciers fall in this sunlightand with rain, the days past.I lift my eyes to say goodbyeand turn to face the sunset.Still nostalgic within darkness.I remember those nights were alive;surrounded by emptiness, not at all alone.When stars shone forever.You are truth in all that is left...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/267226/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>Crying in vainThe choice of descentI'm incapable of beingThe sky that you craveIndecision causes falteringSilence yields painWhat I would giveTo see it in your eyes againIn yet with no avail to grant you each wordThough no matter the volumeMy prose left unheardThe spirit in oth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264797/</link>
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			<title>If this is all life will ever be</title>
			<description>With battered heels we take this pathAnd pushing through these trials each dayThe sun will never riseWe all will fall awayTo dream of such a morn' that stars provide enough lightWe push the sun out of our skies and die for one pursued breathThis endless chasing of wordless chap..</description>
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			<title>discrete.</title>
			<description>Daunting arrival of a scar for tomorrow,I stetch out my arms for some,pale sympathy to borrowthe paced soles of shoes call terrified to my feet,'if any path lead somewhere,where are our roads to meet?'Time spanned across the endless days of trials and decay,a glimpse of glimmering sunl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264793/</link>
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			<title>Bleeding Out of Poison.</title>
			<description>bleeding out the poisonto find the truth you often speaka search to find the strength in meto coax away the weakthere's an ignorance inside, we speakand never seem to livethe advice in which we pride ourselveswhere we'll form and always givebut in the self lies no such truthno ..</description>
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			<title>Truthfully, We Speak; Without Words.</title>
			<description>across the roomi glance his wayhis warm skin exposing more by each second.my heart beats wildly in my chest.my breathing catches in my lungs.i remind myself of the so many reasons i love him.feet, chilling slightly against the cold wood floor of his roomi betray my feelings of fearan..</description>
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			<title>These, I have found.</title>
			<description>Bits of poetry, tangled into forgotten computer files.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264783/</link>
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			<title>Nothing.</title>
			<description>Prose wrote to nothingLeft in sorrow to bleed the airProse of blank hysteria Soiled in smoke to grace the airA face of dampened porcelainA face of no fair graceFalls slowly to the falling chestThe small voice has no placeRecovery from shards of pastThat haunt and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264782/</link>
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			<title>subject: blank.</title>
			<description>Slowly she curves around the bendsDeceiving the enemy and burning the bridges down to embersShe sighs at her cold heart and asks it to stop beatingAs they throw another arrow she casts another blowPunishing the innocent had never met her needsThey said it was none of her business..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264780/</link>
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			<title>and company.</title>
			<description>Hey Jude, she saidand he didn't hear herWhile cheap exquisite business men examine abstract art they'll never understand....She smiles and watches innocence play in the sunbeamsShe only wishes he'd call her name.Why was she always searching?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264779/</link>
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			<title>02.15</title>
			<description>A Song.</description>
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			<title>One breath, too many.</title>
			<description>This poem was inspired by a dream.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264118/</link>
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			<title>3000-21</title>
			<description>I could have been this waveThat circuits through your bodyExposure fast of rich decayIn this stillness of tonightTouching softly, bare and alive againat your expense.her swift reprise.Pulling you under, nights colide.Suspicions slid in, and devoured the starsThe leave..</description>
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			<title>Single Serving</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Silencing me with promising eyesYou led me in from frigid gusts of winter.I found myself in sheets of redPassing love from your tongue to my lips...From my lips to your chest...We danced, tangled in an affair of bedsheets and blankets...Hot breaths and darkness...Anchored t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264116/</link>
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			<title>scrap</title>
			<description>A scrap written in anger.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264115/</link>
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			<title>In the Blood of the City, In the Streets of the Trees.</title>
			<description>the blood we've shed for one anotherthe streets that draw us close to each otherthe trees that made us close our eyesthe truth of where passion does liethe endless city we stand abovethe touch that made us believe in lovethe empty world around our mindsthe sanctuary in music we findt..</description>
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			<title>Beckon &amp;amp; Call</title>
			<description>Pt. 1 o2.27i was thrown by disbelief to find in the mirror the face was not mine. inside my eyes only your views. your words from my lips had posioned me too. beckon and call, i rise and i fall in your eyes, in your heart and you tear me apart. you whimsically laugh as the ..</description>
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			<title>I  Built This Morning For You</title>
			<description>Damned are the dedicatedFor offering their heartsFor living of persistanceFor each well played partAlone are these lost heroesIn battlefields of honestyDenying false intentionAnd fighting for love tactfullyDamned are us lovers who surrender hearts to songWhom ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264111/</link>
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			<title>Our Coterie</title>
			<description>the associates of simple clichethe gathering taking place each daysome once or twice, ne&amp;rsquo;er or nowno matter the weather, and always somehowthe hearts were spilled upon gray stonewe found that we were no longer alonein the fifteen minutes we took as leaveeach story, remarkably eas..</description>
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			<title>The Night Alive</title>
			<description>Naive in resorts,she&amp;rsquo;s draped with cynical retortsInvasion and infectious playThose unwelcomed shall not stayNo price too high for such a lieOne last kiss, here, again, goodbyeA heart embraced in malicious greedNothing cures this hunger, nor needThe dawn we meet tonightAn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264106/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>The full moon couldn't rise fast enoughJust as the sun won't push through the skyWhen I seal a promise to your lipsWhen betrayal would bid my goodbyeAlongside a pond of lilliesGreeted by tombstones on an opposing pathWhen the days greet you with sorrowWill you give into l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264105/</link>
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			<title>Giving In</title>
			<description>Add on poetry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264103/</link>
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			<title>4:01</title>
			<description>I haven&amp;rsquo;t an objectionTo walk alone in the rainKnowing that the storm will passAnd my heart will yield no pain.Railroad tracks lay barren.Neither light nor train to comeAs it may have spelled a nightmare,Here stood a paradise for some.The sunlight danced upon your skinThe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264097/</link>
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			<title>My Crystalline Belladonna</title>
			<description>For Crystal</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/264093/</link>
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			<title>Lost in Battle of the Stars</title>
			<description>I was feeling down.
Here's what came of it.

My spirits have since lifted.
No one has let me down.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/260536/</link>
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			<title>Into the Land of Dreams</title>
			<description>I have every intention to rewrite this.
The form, well... What form?
The word choice is horrible, there's no meter, no rhyme.

It's impossible as art, but the feeling is there.
That's the only reason this is up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/untothysky/256866/</link>
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