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			<title>Ushered</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Look at your hair, my manwhat have they done to you?They take it and braid it with mudthey take it to smother with bloodthey spit in your face, cough in your noseand drive their toes in your shins&amp;nbsp;I rememberyou used to laughto let the tears out of your eyes.You use..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scallywag_man/284977/</link>
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			<title>Ulterior Girl</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;She walks inside a shynessI find hard to distrust,yet harder to fathom.She opposes my others,who glisten and shinewith a glow of perfection.Her life is writtenin her arms with scars,like heiroglyphic keysto a shapeless existence.&amp;nbsp;She is followedthrough doors...</description>
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			<title>V (As In The Letter)</title>
			<description>An explicit poem about forbidden love. Haven't actually got to the 'forbidden' part per se, as it's unfinished. Critique is in encouraged as I feel this poem needs improving, and I need new ideas to enhance its quality and direction.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scallywag_man/252075/</link>
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			<title>The Edge Of Kindness</title>
			<description>I folded your smilewith so much care intomy pocket, for later,when I'm sad and drunkand unable to changethe channel on my life.You will dance alwaysin my memory, a sadsweet moment when Iactually stopped movingto listen to life outsidemy world. I loved yourtongue sliding dow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scallywag_man/251257/</link>
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			<title>Unsure, With You</title>
			<description>My legs don't fitinto this quandary...... roll my boxer'sdown over my kneesand lick the softpart of my thigh.I think I can speakto you in Russian.My toes want totravel across the borders to your homeland. Your fingers aretoo much for security, though.They will hav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scallywag_man/251254/</link>
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			<title>Sugar</title>
			<description>A poem depicting drug abuse.</description>
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