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			<title>Your Final Journey</title>
			<description>Saying goodbye to my love</description>
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			<title>The Orchid</title>
			<description>I exist as an orchidsensual full and exoticin the hothouse of your presencebut dry to dust nowpressed between pagesin the journal of your absence</description>
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			<title>You Can Go Now</title>
			<description>Okay; You can go now,exhale and run.&amp;nbsp;This time, there won&amp;rsquo;t comeany words, nor a trip..No point pissing offwith the same stale guilt;&amp;nbsp;emphatically shunned.You slip easy intoa more recent version,scummed from the shallowside of perversion;&amp;nbsp;opposites&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Descent</title>
			<description>I ran,dropped the bag in your handsfor sweeping our mess into.Pieces of me, youand the whole picturetorn from its framecrushed upon carpetuntil dust toward the airyou inhaled five years more.I just followed along,endless miles away onpost-traumatic dirt roadsof unnecessary ..</description>
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			<title>Departures</title>
			<description>You, in the mistas bitter droplets fall to the groundonly to evaporate&amp;nbsp;in love and resignation;the only elements that clingto&amp;nbsp;this circular beat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I bid youhappiness and wealth,riches of the souland one small dry kisslost in&amp;nbsp;murky waters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Discarded Fate</title>
			<description>Life, after not lettingmy love breathe againtrembles without passion.&amp;nbsp;The smallest of pleasuresache only to remindthose that cannot be.&amp;nbsp;Left behind in hollowfantasies that bindor drag me far away.&amp;nbsp;These prospects remain,up numbered but remotein more ways th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelB65/343522/</link>
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			<title>Colorado, 1995</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Mountain day trips,unique small towns,central Denver,the French caf&amp;eacute;,escargot, freakish storms,art museums,antique and thrift stores.The driest of dry air;for almost 5 yearsthis was our playgroundextraordinaire.&amp;nbsp;Bubbles of moments,few and so fluid;was ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelB65/338772/</link>
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			<title>Askance</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I pounced upon crumbsdeviously tossed off the cakeyou battered from motiveand if I knew why, thenall hope would be shattered.&amp;nbsp;Despite this kind stance,are my intuitions validor just paranoia;better yet, still,does it even much matter?&amp;nbsp;Most of you is gone,f..</description>
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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>You are just a lifetimeand split heartbeat away;forever now it seems.Never to be in syncwithin the orchid gloveof this unparalleled love.&amp;nbsp;Total unfairness;given to harass and tear apart all threadspre-destined from above.&amp;nbsp;Crude links are left scatteredand cripple ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelB65/269775/</link>
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			<title>Muses Run Wild</title>
			<description>Yes, thank God I stillhave a sense of humor;a pin-prick&amp;nbsp;through ridiculousand wrung out in dry sarcasm.&amp;nbsp;Laughing to myselfat my own thoughts,witty and itchingto be put right down&amp;nbsp;on some piece of paper,quick and not reluctant.Sort of like a trance;go where it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelB65/269469/</link>
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			<title>The End</title>
			<description>An Acrostic</description>
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			<title>Settings</title>
			<description>Settings&amp;nbsp;His hands,so very thickand skillfully richwith studied muscle.I'd slowly kissthe fingertipsand run my tonguealong the sidesand other timesrub out kinkselbow on downwhere blood gatheredin sinewy knotswhen he satworking latein the silent night.I'd watc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelB65/264646/</link>
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			<title>The Craft</title>
			<description>You seduce with jewelry;I do it writing poetry.&amp;nbsp;Mindless of art and detail,both truly in the endhold different and yet vitalsubterfuged flawsnumb behind masksof hypnotic beauty;wrought by a settingyou bathed in glitter&amp;nbsp;or words so definedby my inspired pen.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelB65/264641/</link>
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			<title>Somewhere Eden</title>
			<description>A Villanelle</description>
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