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			<title>of love's sweet betrayal to the light; dawn approaches; hens lay silent</title>
			<description>the mirror shows not myselfit tells no lieleft and righti can see you eight different waysand none of them are rightthe only truth is found at nightmy eyes do not adjust to the coming lightbut i hear the rooster crowa beautiful lie is coming fastno different than contradictionsmy..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disfiction/297239/</link>
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			<title>still life groove</title>
			<description>on my street all bodies are proportionedon my street the lengths are definedthe police dont patrol down my streeton my street everything is just finei walk all night down my streetthe moon makes it really all minethen its gone and everyone brings out their power mowers and vintage cars f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disfiction/296198/</link>
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			<title>false opposites</title>
			<description>the wind is like a hand of a thousand fingers running along an endless sea of tree leaveswe exist to catch emotions in glances, the pinpricks of something bigger than ourselvesjust enough to be noticed behind the eyesthe mages of time live in the instant between the signals your eye gives to t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disfiction/296193/</link>
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			<title>plona</title>
			<description>temple spreads in a trumpet petal stormdiscreetly cascading through pillboxesfiltered into an absolute normsolemn now in the grottoa scarecrow's towershoelaces chewed to a hesitant frequencyorder pours from the splitting head of Jovefallout breaks the wave like a dissociated gazelay ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disfiction/296189/</link>
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			<title>even i get boarded sometimes</title>
			<description>inimically tear asunder bough to sercleeroding, fertility's decay in glosswretched to moralize, to theorizearistotle, suffer not abstemiouslygladsome are we in thy marrow&amp;nbsp;manifestation in her untrammeled benevolenceoh, Prisca of ancient lineageoh, time-honored cordialityremitt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disfiction/296181/</link>
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			<title>fata morgana</title>
			<description>may 23rd, 2007</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/disfiction/292926/</link>
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