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		<description>The original writings of author Basiliki</description>
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			<title>bits and pieces of works in progress (and progress may be overstating it)</title>
			<description>a costco-esque sampling of things im working on </description>
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			<description>i tried to hear your voice in my head but my memory served me wrong and it came adrogenous and similar to the self:stop regreting melike something you ate, raw and distasefulthat sat in your intestines chewed up and hatefuland you continued swallowingdesperate to not be wasteful...</description>
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			<title>Best Intentions</title>
			<description>i want to be earlybut im ten minutes too latei come with best intentions but somehow those all dissapatei want to paint my emotionsin colors you can understandbut fickle brushes failin my inarticulate handsi want to hold handsand feel trust in my fingersinhales sweet moments..</description>
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			<title>Sertraline</title>
			<description>This is where thoughts go:DOWNAnd&amp;nbsp; S&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; p&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; r&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; l&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; n&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; g&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<description>There's something about the vortex Beneath the cortex;Cover it up and soak it in with a Kotex. That's my dialect,The usual sect of words erectReflect my thoughts on you.Porous language with emotions seeping through:&amp;quot;How do you do?&amp;quot;Too taboo to say &amp;quot;I love you.&amp;qu..</description>
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			<title>The Advanced Unsatisfied</title>
			<description>We are constantly upgrading ourselves To higher shelvesIn the superior interior Of our modern homes.Alone and in groupsWe fear the stoop That comes with failing, fallingBelow what is expectedTo that which is rejected.Our subconscious prone to cling,To quietly sing, &amp;quot;I am a s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ktbjohnson/366566/</link>
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			<title>Upper Crust</title>
			<description>I question those who dress nicely,Disguise lightly,Covers their words And act politely.It is not our terrain So we tread wisely,Smile at them As they lie to us kindly,Looking down at us As we regard them highly;The Mrs. Dashworths And Mr. Nightlys Stealing our efforts As we..</description>
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