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		<description>The original writings of author Nicole</description>
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			<title>The Gift</title>
			<description>A soul's Journey</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikysink/315850/</link>
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			<title>Together; Apart</title>
			<description>Expressions from the heart when separated from the one it loves</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikysink/315811/</link>
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			<title>Stark Landscapes</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Stark LandscapesThe birds ached for Lilacs and Peonies,&amp;nbsp;alas&amp;hellip;the flowers had changed seasons&amp;nbsp;so long ago. Poised upon tragedy, they&amp;nbsp;abandoned the chicanery of spring. Vanity grew trivial; hung deathly&amp;nbsp;ordinary and virgin girls in&amp;nbsp;muslin gowns..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikysink/315801/</link>
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			<title>Final Notice</title>
			<description>A poem speaking to our slow and deliberate destruction and unbalance of nature</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikysink/315795/</link>
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			<title>Lust (Pleiades)</title>
			<description>Lying here waiting past the stillness,longing for more than mere moments,like a flame whose aim&amp;rsquo;s to soar.Let there be your flesh on mine,lit by embers and rising moons;lie back as we talk with touch&amp;hellip;licking sweets from sticky fingers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikysink/312839/</link>
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			<title>Until</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;UntilLove...come; we must journeyhome now, bid farewell toyesterday's dead sun, forstorm clouds are gathering toslice the moon; andwe must go beforethese arid sands&amp;nbsp;of misfit time ceases to flowAnd we cannot not add another hour,for seconds break not on..</description>
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