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			<title>Second Act</title>
			<description>This is the second act and you are not the director.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arpeggi/1617556/</link>
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			<title>Desirable Girls</title>
			<description>Cute, sugar sweetPink phone and hog-tied loverDimples you unintentionally smotherBrother from another motherMy cubic zirconia dreamHot, dewy-eyedSticky from condensation of conceitClinging to the pedestalInsisting to hold on with tender feetWell, they have you beatFine, curre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arpeggi/484983/</link>
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			<title>Dog</title>
			<description>Take the lovable look that unintentionally ensnaresAnd leave its superior sensesTake the keen eyes as one's shieldBut blind the peripheral visionFoster the unwavering welcomeAnd condemn it's blanketing distanceYes, call to the hackneyed earsFor they will continue to listen. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arpeggi/435873/</link>
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			<title>Milk Teeth</title>
			<description>When I was young I used to beVibrant and energetic, buzzing softlyUpon stepping outside and skipping over shadowsWide contours in the dust, I heard the thrum of children&amp;rsquo;s feet behind meFor I was lovedAnd I spoke with a high voice that wasn&amp;rsquo;t shushedBy caustic sentences ofM..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arpeggi/433140/</link>
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			<title>Threadbare</title>
			<description>You once insisted to clutch derivatives of responsesIn which you sought a returnIn flight you would buckleAnd I still cannot stomachMy witless laughter&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arpeggi/406123/</link>
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			<title>Ode to the Painted Dog</title>
			<description>I left the rhyme scheme in there. Sorry if it's distracting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arpeggi/308661/</link>
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			<title>Pariah</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A far cry from his own face, the wry smileBetokens senses belonging to menWho glide, with idle power to revileSuch men will scarcely fall victim again&amp;nbsp;And taking measures to guard spirit, heSwiftly barricades his deliveryPermitting twelve eyes to further agreeOn the cont..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arpeggi/217246/</link>
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