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		<description>The original writings of author Moi</description>
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			<title>Plasir d'Amour</title>
			<description>Tonight I couldn't even say your name,Sweet song it is, it was, and wordless nowI wandered the night searching for its fame,Wet lines like crags, giving cheeks subtle glow.Beneath the drowsy lights, no sound, I walkedTo that place; with my confidences met,And tried to say it and how? but..</description>
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			<title>More Listlessness</title>
			<description>I am an exile. The faces, names and actions around meare as foreign as the first taste of a new fruit.But the trees here are damp with tepid water,and the fruit is just as bland. I am wading in unspicedoates. Wading in general feed. Vague momentsof people pushing themselves and their meani..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cooperiority/322083/</link>
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			<title>Here is the Good Hell</title>
			<description>Here is the good hell;The wee hours of the morn ripeWith an old-apple-red sky that smellsLike rotten dew.And I feel a huge knot in my gutCooing in Morse-code.I pick at my writer's callus, The menial bump where I keep my politics, Sex is fair so long as it could be nowWhen I would..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cooperiority/299838/</link>
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			<title>Sonnet at a Friend</title>
			<description>After Lady Love's suggestion,</description>
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			<title>Etude IV</title>
			<description>Short, but sweet?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cooperiority/286307/</link>
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			<title>ic A ge dras T</title>
			<description>A little fun, taken after Cummings.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cooperiority/286299/</link>
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			<title>Written at a Friend</title>
			<description>Someone I knew; falling into the same traps over and over again -- even after she got the man!</description>
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			<title>Etude II</title>
			<description>The stuff three-in-the-morning is made of.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cooperiority/285213/</link>
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			<title>A Considerate Loveless</title>
			<description>A nonce poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cooperiority/275064/</link>
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			<title>An Etude</title>
			<description>Melancholia! and as if by magicyou are a boywith greasy hay for hair and eyes like soft, saturated coffee grounds.A pretty pair of burnt cheeks,and lips plush and good, stuffed with song. They arepurses of genius. Do you see how life is like a leaf? Made just thus&amp;nbsp;that my eyes lik..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cooperiority/272335/</link>
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			<title>Condolences</title>
			<description>A little something, not much.</description>
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