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			<title>amiable</title>
			<description>Insatiable and subversiveI drain you and collapse your infrastructureUntil your core cools and diesI am an amiable black hole</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1503557/</link>
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			<title>drained</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ll be there in the morningWrapped in my mind, self- absorbingA dirty word spoken in a preschool&amp;nbsp;Perfect young mothers shunning and abhorringThe sights and sounds of a life drainingUntil a two soulless eyes are the only thing remainingA deathly drum keeping time like a marchNobody will c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1503555/</link>
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			<title>taken</title>
			<description>A love seemingly growingCreative juices are certainly flowingBeautifully mistaken becauseShe's already taken</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1503554/</link>
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			<title>nervous</title>
			<description>Baby I get nervous&amp;nbsp;Imagery spinning unwritten versesComplied in a book bound, full of cursesI need to touch you, my love it searches&amp;nbsp;A place to call home, a peaceful stasis&amp;nbsp;But I feel so hollow as my life remains baseless.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1503553/</link>
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			<title>hmm</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;In front of others you&amp;rsquo;ll never say my name&amp;nbsp;The mere thought ofmy presence brings a blackening shameExcept when we&amp;rsquo;re together, your eyes speak a differenttruth&amp;nbsp;But, preoccupation withyourself allows you to remain aloofNow I may be wrong or I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1503552/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>A plush couchcontending with&amp;nbsp;ghostsIfs and ought&amp;rsquo;s both&amp;nbsp;wrestle for the passenger seat, todrive as ifHaunting your mindInescapable and lovingly cruel he never leaves His hands&amp;hellip;his words&amp;hellip;his tongueDistraction after distraction, &amp;nbsp;Dec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1330096/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>after the affair</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1229307/</link>
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			<title>white teeth</title>
			<description>a break up story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1229302/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>The beginning of a short story about a man who falls in love in an unlikely place.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1089351/</link>
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			<title>A biblical dilemma </title>
			<description>I do what I don't want to do and I do what I don't want to do. A biblical dilemma. I want to jump out of bed early and take a walk but I sleep another hour. I want to eat fresh fruit and drink protein but I choose not to eat. I want to find a job where my employer will swoon over my tale..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1067614/</link>
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			<title>Weekend visitation</title>
			<description>My eyes turn red from the blood flowing to my head.&quot;You will not see them&quot;Her voice unmistakably dead. Spite and offense; her motives are plain. &quot;Not this weekend&quot; if she had her way  never again. Ok...breathe...let it go, all these things I think. F**k! I seethe as I rapidly sink.into..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1064786/</link>
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			<title>You won't do it</title>
			<description>......You won't do it......You're full of s**tThe drag begins to smoothThe burning turns to elation.....You did it.....I knew you wouldDisbelief until the slice reddens Then the blood oozes and the satisfaction drowns the shameValidated and alive.....You're no goodYou feel the co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1064715/</link>
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			<title>The DR</title>
			<description>The DRA burnt cup of coffee in my hand keeps me from sliding from my chair. My hand supports my head and the tearful table has dried from my self pity.  The sun has started to rise, pink and purple colors streak the sky causing the billowing clouds to look like smoke from a celestial s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1064714/</link>
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			<title>buzz</title>
			<description>poem about a girl</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1064325/</link>
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			<title>morning dew</title>
			<description>Cell block 5 and I am dimOff white walls, sectioned by drab green trimA false prison a helpless heapLife I hear but the time just creepsDistant yet close, through the window I stare silentlyA cold bleak chill I shudder violently. I am a ward&amp;nbsp; of my own simple mind&quot;You piece of s**t&quot; it defiantl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timothygalexande/1064313/</link>
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