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			<title>Obscurity</title>
			<description>It is simple but quite notThis play of words sees nor reaches an endAs if sitting on a carousel plagued with the grueling past, a bitter present, and an unforeseeable futureInundating the cells and circuits in an already foreclosed spaceUncertainty lurks without a destination; seeking mere security..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/725881/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>A man walks along a long, long roadUneven dirt is the foundation which his torn leather sandals set forthBeads of sweat fall as raindrops on his browHis shadow,&amp;nbsp; , follows his every step</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/707226/</link>
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			<title>Fortunate, Unfortunate Artist</title>
			<description>Unfilled spacesA&amp;nbsp;transparent viewA blockade sits in the mindInvisible troops pose armed, eyes affixedDesperation begins to blossom&amp;nbsp;Words do not expel&amp;nbsp;Images do not procreateA torture which consumes the vertical horizons of the unlogical mind&amp;nbsp;Eating away as acid ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/499762/</link>
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			<title>The Evolution of Love</title>
			<description>A pair of eyes - of lips &amp;#2013266048;&quot; plump firm breasts Skin, weaved by hundreds of dedicated silks wormsHer face &amp;#2013266048;&quot; finely crafted by geneticsPainted perfectly as the work of an artist on a canvasA navel as flat as the world once believed to beHer Hair &amp;#2..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/464232/</link>
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			<title>In the Cafe</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sitting. Pondering.Gazes out the window.Orange autumn leaves &amp;#2013266048;&quot; dancing in the air.Dreaming.In the window, a busy cafe.The clink of glasses...of a register.The clashing chatter.In the corner sits a man.A gray suit adorns him while his black hat sits upon the tab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/458044/</link>
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			<title>Dance this Dance</title>
			<description>Seeking love...Searching. Wondering.Digging with bare hands.Falsity.Dance this dance.Awareness.&amp;nbsp;Reality.Deep within, you have that knowledge...What floats in those murky water of yours are fear and rejection.Dance this dance.Act one.Camouflage.Portray..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/447140/</link>
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			<title>The Awakening</title>
			<description>A reminder that many of us has forgotten dear Mother Earth</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/414539/</link>
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			<title>It is the Widow</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A bullet sits in the barrelLoaded pistolBloodshot eyesFlashing sequence of eventsUnknowingly, realization is now evidentShe aged into a widowNot gracefully nor in tranquilityTurmoil, anguish...&amp;nbsp; The blackness of a plague followed as a shadowBe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/402066/</link>
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			<title>Rumble</title>
			<description>Poetry which captures the artist. The broken girl.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/391123/</link>
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			<title>Dear Father</title>
			<description>A poem which explores the loss of a loved one.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/385391/</link>
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			<title>Elle</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;FragileBlond, a strike of whiteFloppy, hair follicles at the tipThat slight hop, she posses somewhat in her stepPaws matching the color of her noseLarger than life personalitySweet, utterly sweetAs the soft petal pink collar she now appears to wearOnce thought..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/385273/</link>
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			<title>As One</title>
			<description>A poem which captures the feelings associated with the development of a new relationship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/385258/</link>
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			<title>Pierced Heart</title>
			<description>Poetry that emobides the raw emotion of loosing love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/384863/</link>
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			<title>Absolute</title>
			<description>The eyes are focused straight aheadThere in front of meI see nothingDraped in a cloud of absoluteA sensibility of nothingLighting strikes, cracking my skull into twoNothing it seemsThere in the distanceThe voice of a child hums a melody as faint as the distant star in a night's..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/384213/</link>
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			<title>The Phoenix</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is something...The phonenix - ascending flightA lost feather, a drop of tear ...of manyHollow - a voidHalf a soul a' roamingA nearly failed battleWrapped in sadness - remaining half a soulPierced eyes gazing at the skyAt loss or difficult challenge..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/384100/</link>
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			<title>MY City</title>
			<description>  I sit hereRealizing I'm in a lost worldOne that I never belonged toI wish to transverse to a solitary universeA cityA city of art, of loveTall skyscrapers tickle the clouds - also known as the birthmarks of the skiesHarmonic balances are the blend that breeds within its residen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jny21/384099/</link>
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