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		<description>The original writings of author Mary May</description>
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			<title>Apologue</title>
			<description>Grain by grain the world is measuredcommingled in test tubesclutched in the ragged clawsof mermendrop by dropquantifiedalignedcrossed over and recombined&amp;nbsp;Each tilt precisea degree on degreesthe science of the Succubusa syntanyregistered preciselyin the faint umber sc..</description>
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			<title>Not Asleep In English Class</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Now... What is this talking about?&amp;rdquo;The professor looks over the classwith a critical eye. Yellowed,dog-eared texts sprawl half heartedlyon the ancient wood, echoes of myslouching class mates.&amp;nbsp;No one answersquick fingers flick through attendanceand my name rings out so..</description>
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			<title>Tintagel</title>
			<description>Still I stood, as fire, set bright against The lithe day&amp;rsquo;s clouds, and scattered rainbowsfirefly green against the gray sun&amp;rsquo;s mantle.My sword drawn sharp against the skyetched silver sigils in the misttill grey dew dripped from hilt to tipand color came in stages&amp;nbsp;My ..</description>
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			<title>Clairvoyance</title>
			<description>Have you seen yourself today? Not in the mirror, but from the corner of your mind&amp;rsquo;s eye.&amp;nbsp;Just a glimpse, the you that is not you but might have been, the you that may be.A checked cap, coat worn just so, and pink high heels under cascades of curled brown hair, leather bag, like a suitca..</description>
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			<title>Piloting</title>
			<description>The hull laps softly on the sharp peaked waves,drinking deeply of yesterday&amp;rsquo;s slick rainfallen from heaven like crystaled angelsto kiss the dry, parched earth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The wind hauls, strainsagainst the crisp white sky, the pale concaveof hurried clouds pulled taught against the l..</description>
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			<title>On-Line</title>
			<description>Press against frosted glass, light flickers within.RefractedInto a thousand pointsbeneath the snowDancing forms cascade past, Pulled on invisible threads,Blown.Faces half seen, throughRain-rippled panesStillness settles for a moment, a single handPressedInquisitive upon the o..</description>
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			<title>Scattered Leaves</title>
			<description>I sit up high among the boughsMy song already sungAnd watch the giants pass meAll immortals fallen dumbAlone they stand as mountainsFading high into the westThe rustlings of their mighty deedsPassed on among the restAnd they tremendous deitiesWho'd taken over ThebesOr in the dust..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moments/146046/</link>
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			<title>Reality</title>
			<description>A poem i wrote a while ago, hope you enjoy</description>
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