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			<title>Always, Like the River</title>
			<description>Always, like the river, I wait for youI wait behind the cattails and the tall grassI wait above the rocks and between the fishes.&amp;nbsp;I rush and tumble upon myself as I waitI am restless and I am cold, but I am patientPatient to feel the wood of your boat glide just below my skinWaiting for ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitteringxhobo/353228/</link>
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			<title>Printing Press</title>
			<description>I'm out of sortsno indentations on the paperno ink pressing each letter into placejust empty egg-white spacewhere useless words could go instead(either way their both the same)either way I'm out of things to say.</description>
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			<title>Seeing Something Large in Something Small</title>
			<description>This dull orange bulb makes me seea little less sobriety than I normally seeand I cringe at the thoughtof your brutal honesty taking hold of all of my beingyet I count these angry thoughtslike marbles in my pocketsmooth defined linesglazed glass with makeshift promises(yet I know my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitteringxhobo/352299/</link>
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			<title>The Northeastern View of Winter</title>
			<description>They brought in a harpist from Tenessee to fiddle a song for the demons to fleeand he strummed and he strummed with a sober intensityI think he was drunk all that strumming he did.So I packed my bags and moved back up eastwardwith all of my demons them preachers called &amp;quot;wayward&amp;quot;..</description>
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			<title>On the Futility of Breating</title>
			<description>I think that for the last 5,000 yearsthe whole world has been trying to survive onone breath of air.Billions of peopleall intaking the same breath, and praying it won't be their last.I think thatwe're all united by the commonalitythat we're all lost causesliving on that one breath..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glitteringxhobo/351394/</link>
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			<title>Betrothal</title>
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