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		<description>The original writings of author Aristophanes</description>
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			<title>XI</title>
			<description>XI&amp;nbsp;LassieLassitudeLanguidSuffered As a spring That has not Yet arrived &amp;nbsp;LassieWorriedVexed WhirledAn emotional Twirl&amp;nbsp;Thy bedinfernal Sentimentalaffair&amp;nbsp;Acrimonious dessertOf thy verdantde..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/1137055/</link>
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			<title>VII</title>
			<description>VII&amp;nbsp;Suddenly, A vexing citronThere in virginalAnd brimming Pastoralcountry Of the pudendum&amp;nbsp;A mellifluoustouchErect corner forgedFrom thyfragrant flesh&amp;nbsp;To undress somuch LovinglyThy receptacles&amp;nbsp;Conve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/1137047/</link>
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			<title>I</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/1137038/</link>
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			<title>The look </title>
			<description>what a girl's look can do!!!! </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/482779/</link>
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			<title>man-hour</title>
			<description>when lies become actions</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/395179/</link>
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			<title>close</title>
			<description>CloseMy hands are still bonesThe cathedral is your body&amp;#2013266053;.Your belly tastes like bread We were summer and A thousand tormentsMy doubts I doubtMy conviction is a labyrinthWhere do I begin to love?In a notebook I guard tact And your figure fermenting In my mattress..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/395176/</link>
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			<title>lonelines</title>
			<description>just that loneliness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/395175/</link>
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			<title>Luna amicae</title>
			<description>At night, the moon seems to be our only witness of the darkest desires</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/347014/</link>
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			<title>Fait accompli</title>
			<description>when nothing seems to change, lunacy seems like a great option</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/346970/</link>
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			<title>Ameliorate</title>
			<description>I'm always smitten by love's arrogance</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/346965/</link>
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			<title>Ranae</title>
			<description>when solitude is next to you, you feel like jumping into a lagoon known as loneliness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/346961/</link>
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			<title>Naivete</title>
			<description>The arduous labor of eradicating our ignorance!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/345680/</link>
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			<title>Lost, Eternally</title>
			<description>A poem about being lost in the center emotion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/345679/</link>
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			<title>Your alchemist waist</title>
			<description>what happens in the dark.....?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/294712/</link>
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			<title>I</title>
			<description>In this desolation this is what it looks like</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/293191/</link>
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			<title>Like a summer's day ornament</title>
			<description>love is not necessary when you are lost</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/291230/</link>
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			<title>I</title>
			<description>when one is in love, one might feel this way...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/288691/</link>
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			<title>A sad poem</title>
			<description>to Hannah who robed my heart and left it abandon in a place i haven't found</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/288689/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>you are the light as my heart has goes through this dark tunnel</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/288683/</link>
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			<title>I wish</title>
			<description>for those who had to start over after their love is broken....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/288662/</link>
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			<title>Luna</title>
			<description>to someone who took many nights of sleep, and yet, I don't know how to tell her my love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/288660/</link>
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			<title>Anguish</title>
			<description>sometimes you can see anguish in the eyes of the one; that you are about to kill with the subtle touch of a word.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/288604/</link>
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			<title>how hard...</title>
			<description>sometimes the simplest of things are the hardest ones...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/288601/</link>
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			<title>Out of control</title>
			<description>melancholy is the guilty one for this poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/288589/</link>
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			<title>Debilitated</title>
			<description>a poem about the power of a woman's caress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/287958/</link>
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			<title>Emotion</title>
			<description>Uncontrolled emotions are a wild as a wild horse...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/287945/</link>
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			<title>lost</title>
			<description>In war, the only logical solution to pain is poetry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aristophanes/287937/</link>
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