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			<title>In time we measure</title>
			<description>So it's been awhile, and I've decided to comeback and continue to put my words in places. Enjoy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/2070501/</link>
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			<title>Moments</title>
			<description>An old man's eyes sang to me that day, he was a friends, teacher, and a father to many; though not in the literal sense. The cold evening air Sometime I find myself digesting a moment for entirely to long. That moment when flame tickles a piece of tinder, or say, when the first flake of winter dance..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1462422/</link>
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			<title>Just a Love Echo</title>
			<description>How eloquent is the eternal infatuation of love. It flowswithout ripple, but with the strongest of currents;pulling us from the throws of the physical world,submerging us in endless beauty.Yet, even when we slide to the bank in the wake of itsdemise, we remain drenched in its memor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1293791/</link>
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			<title>Winter Rose</title>
			<description>It stills the heart to know,&amp;nbsp;That we drift about;Our souls of snow.&amp;nbsp;Fragile, unique as flakes;as we cover valleys, touched by crystal lakes.Tranquilized by tender touch,Dancing to brushing winds of luck.&amp;nbsp;Moving through each others powdered trail..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1246088/</link>
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			<title>Haunting</title>
			<description>An obsession.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1244604/</link>
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			<title>SJE</title>
			<description>Iglimpse a somber smile, as crystals kiss your petals.Feeling tacit styles,Measured in lunar miles;Allow my thoughts to settle.Holding back from wistful lips,Adorned in glassy velvet.Allow these lucid trips,Vague - yet crisp;To satiate my ailment.Your shuttered pools of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1134658/</link>
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			<title>WIP</title>
			<description>Wisdom is forever single, for when it elopes with vanity, it becomes distant.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1120247/</link>
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			<title>My Willow</title>
			<description>Poem </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1119607/</link>
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			<title>What?</title>
			<description>I actually wrote this in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. Needless to say, I found it interesting. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1059331/</link>
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			<title>WE</title>
			<description>We have been here before, lost in time.The sweet aroma of a down pour.The tranquilizing hymns of nature.As we pass fellow souls,there is a sense of safety.We know these beings.What vibrates in them,echos in us.If we hold a moment - we can harmonize in the tune of:Feeling everything.Seeing everything..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1053260/</link>
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			<title>Untitled </title>
			<description>This is actually excerpt from a book I am currently in the process of writing. Just wanted to see what the community thought of it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1047044/</link>
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			<title>Bottom Feeders</title>
			<description>I work as clerk at a gas station. Just another midnight event.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1045583/</link>
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			<title>Ghost of a suicidal atheist</title>
			<description>Traditional knowledge eludes you.Harboring woe, as a jealous jewel;Entrenched in greed,though it keeps you among us, you're no longer with us.As Christ walked water, so do you;taking each bemoaning step, the surface rippling from your actions.Viewing in hopelessness, the transparently teaming life b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1044341/</link>
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			<title>Tyranny of Youth</title>
			<description>Warning</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1043088/</link>
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			<title>Your portrait screams</title>
			<description>Night at a museum. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1042221/</link>
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			<title>Untitled Short Story</title>
			<description>fffffff</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1041771/</link>
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			<title>My Temptress</title>
			<description>Got caught up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1041339/</link>
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			<title>I Wish i could be intimate</title>
			<description>An erotica poem i wrote four months ago, i usually keep them to myself, but it seems this site is accepting of them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1040912/</link>
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			<title>Internal struggles</title>
			<description>Spirituality cannot be understood, without the torment of life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1040890/</link>
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			<title>My Wisteria</title>
			<description>Your roots propagate natures injustice;Sucking syrupy nectar, strangling soil.Lavender bursts among you,deceiving this onlooking witness;A delusional polka dot paradise.Varicose vines, seep through your foliage,en-snarling my razor fingers.Though your grip is viced, I own you.Tyrannical reign of ter..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1040724/</link>
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			<title>Gazing upon flame.</title>
			<description>The tantalizing touch of your radiance,Disguising a specter within.Every breath you inhale, breeds;Those glowing embryos.Their wailing echos the wake,a soot filled quietus.Pulling long lingering gazes,&quot;The state of nature&quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1040705/</link>
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			<title>When I used to feel.</title>
			<description>Something different.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1040346/</link>
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			<title>Burdens</title>
			<description>As he walked in silently, and grasped her hand, she knew.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1040326/</link>
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			<title>One, and two, and...</title>
			<description>Staying up so late, I used to be fake.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1039279/</link>
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			<title>Coma, eyes open.</title>
			<description>The dreams you control, are the ones you get lost in.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1039271/</link>
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			<title>Moon Magnetics</title>
			<description>From the balcony of a condo in panama city, panama i was observing a couple on the beach. This was my observation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1039156/</link>
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			<title>Young</title>
			<description>Wrote this poem while listening to a special Radiohead song.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1039154/</link>
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			<title>A Man With No Eyes</title>
			<description>A poem a wrote quite some time ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1038696/</link>
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			<title>Imagine </title>
			<description>Having a little fun, with a little poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1038689/</link>
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			<title>Cycle</title>
			<description>A little something i wrote, while making a tough decision. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1038581/</link>
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			<title>A Message</title>
			<description>This is for a love i will never forget. Holding on to it, i will never regret.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1038579/</link>
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			<title>This Community</title>
			<description>The idea of this poem came to me as i was taking a stroll through my small hometown. Everything within the town is old, and worn down, the same can be said about the residence. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Somebrownnerd/1038219/</link>
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