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			<title>Another Word on Your Page</title>
			<description>Salivating over every wordYou lack relevanceBut never lack in emotionPassionate words blaze like California fireEnthusiastic desireSpread your lips like you spread your legsIt&amp;rsquo;s time you give it upYour little messageYou little paradeYour tongue is an all encompassing cancer..</description>
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			<title>The Moment the Earth was Silent.</title>
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			<title>The Body</title>
			<description>I brace my arm around her slender starved waist, showing her more love then she had seen.Her head stiff, her hair drapes over her bruised body, strands neatly cover her shame. I once rested my head on her broken shoulder, and poured tears on her freezing body, leaving her wet and cold.She&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<title>Conversations with Devils</title>
			<description>LimblessWith rope and anchor.Hacking away at the crust of the earth, to dig myself a hole.SpinelessI&amp;rsquo;m a soupy puddle of empty flesh.Conversing with the devilConversations and points of viewI struggle to moveDig myself a holeSpiders come and goEating bits of fleshDefe..</description>
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			<title>Abated Enthusiasm</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;can carry this,Piercing my back,Cutting my shoulders,It builds over the years,Growing with my fears,Climbing high,Rocks scraping my hands,Going no where,Hoping for rest,Receiving maps,Blank with good intent,What I seek,Looking over,Looking under,What I seek,Nothi..</description>
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			<title>Seed</title>
			<description>The flowers will grow of me, be planted in me, and be a part of me.
I then will be beautiful to you, healing to you.
You can breathe the air I produce, so I no longer take the life from you. 
Will you heal me, heal me so I can be used?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JSDayton/312925/</link>
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			<title>Breking Bread</title>
			<description>What are friends for?When assumptions are still a way to end what we&amp;rsquo;ve grown.We are pushing and pulling.Hands growing red from this rope.Unwilling to see,This tug of war is just connected with string.Ready to break with every sharp word of you tongue.What are friends for?To br..</description>
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