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			<title>Composition II</title>
			<description>Feeling feeling feeling feelingI fall mid-stride, escape, my hands clawOn the edges I sing ugly, make sureNo one hears me but I doI do I do I doBut I don&amp;rsquo;t tell anybodyNobody f***s f**k damnI PREDICTCream traveling through coffeeAnd my heart sinks; I&amp;rsquo;m hypnotized from suchMystically gift..</description>
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			<title>colorcorrectionmaterialism</title>
			<description>She can rest a world small enough, bear on every side of a cornerfester, and swell I can see for miles, and miles behind light, bright, and flickoff mechanically. The puddles contain great, spread beautifully in disorganization,a surveyor, shoes tied to his ankles, map tattooed down his spine, and s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleskates/532389/</link>
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			<title>First f**k curses</title>
			<description>Begging begging begging but luck works itself against thedesperateRemember the feeling, forced like a hard lump and clamp yr teethAnd hear them snap, and shuffle through the pieces and model areplica I wrote you a poem, I bleed out the words, I spat out thelanguage, and I touched..</description>
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			<title>Thug Love</title>
			<description>Thug love, I supposeI hear her voice, and everyone pretendsearphones, Newsweek, napkins guidedby the wet trenchesRC running downher scarred lipsGrocery bag filled wrappers, DIY tampons I hear her voice, but everyone is busy pretending&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Body like sore festering dust</title>
			<description>No one is more cursed thanThe writer that can/t writeBloody ear like footprints on the wallsBroken jaw like bolt heads groaning stuckNo one is more cursed thanA lover afraidWeeping like rock salt glowing snowBruise like skin wedge clipped under weightNo one is more cursed thanBohemian told never go ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleskates/514982/</link>
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			<title>WINTER is</title>
			<description>Winter is&amp;#2013266048;&quot;panic button, lit magsbodyfeeder L.and long-socks,that coil under406.8lbs of durability.Winter is&amp;#2013266048;&quot;switching pricetags.Jason Scwartzman pin-ups.Bus-fare pay offs;just promise him lunch,next time.Winter is&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Fall Be Kind EPs...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleskates/490766/</link>
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			<title>the rest that insignificance delivers</title>
			<description>I like to think that the beer cans against the walls grew analogously with the mess in everybody&amp;rsquo;s headthose protuberances corroding like rusty campaigns at the edges of sunlight,waterairinvigorating the ethos, and the fallen drunk girl,&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;no one take advantage of her&amp;rdquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleskates/488308/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The fall of keys onto frozen porcelaincan make the mouth lose all functioncause the jaw to unhinge, the pupils to dilate&amp;nbsp;and render the song you whistled&amp;nbsp;all day absurd, poignant&amp;nbsp;and lonelyThe virgin can stand withoutbut the sounds murmur nonstop&amp;nbsp;ineli..</description>
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			<title>Sober Poem: Drunk Pen; Drunk Author: Forgotten Poem</title>
			<description>I returned to the fissured path, struck with immediate inspiration, loose on companions and instructions; developing mind points all the way to the middle. Coughing shoestrings, holding my breath so my teeth won&amp;rsquo;t fall, fingers resting on mescaline, balls released and floating lightly on oil. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleskates/476787/</link>
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			<title>The Last Hemingway on the Mayflower</title>
			<description> The Last Hemingway on the MayflowerDecided To Alvah Goldbook&amp;nbsp;IIWhat does god want with my dreams? In the preface of all things, in all ways. To hide them in a flowerpot, to wait for spring, to water and nourish and only to neglect and leave to die.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleskates/476158/</link>
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			<title>Caught Myself Thinking</title>
			<description>I value theology because without it, words wouldn&amp;rsquo;t exist. All writing is done to explain and what is there to explain more than the one who gave Thought; that denigrated dying old man.I value speech that doesn&amp;rsquo;t produce a breath, whose style goes beyond..</description>
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			<title>leave it to the last minute</title>
			<description>something is at stake, here, to even imagine for a secondit won't even make it on TV, that,you can't Tivo it, or view it, or, do i dare say,control it with a remote! Oh GOD, oh no no!least a novel, at least a indie film, that nobody will watch,or critique, and if it..</description>
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			<title>TCDC</title>
			<description> Telling secrets behind the couch,dirty jokes, and half billion piecesI doubt rolling down my throat &amp;ldquo;you can&amp;rsquo;t keep anything from me.&amp;rdquo;As I&amp;rsquo;m in the bathroom with my a*s melting in the sinkleg pinned to the wallhands seeking m..</description>
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			<title>sunday taoism two</title>
			<description>my Love is progressiveand someone says &amp;ldquo;there will never be another Whitman like you&amp;rdquo;and all the Ginsbergs got shotand no will give grants anymorefor the people that speak their mindsand MacArthur can&amp;rsquo;t be the only onethat can feed the straving a..</description>
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			<title>H</title>
			<description>the needle and the damage donebut the damage is doneand the needle only helpswith a face shape like a triangleeyesbrows point upeyes on either sidehe looks deep inside himselfnot at the stars that they say you can f**kbut deep within the websand the bad positi..</description>
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			<title>please alert the authorities</title>
			<description> i walked down the street and stepped ontoVan Gogh's earit was misplaced and in bad conditionand i put it a jar with icephoned the authoritiesthen a doctor came to my door and asked: &amp;quot;are you the man that phoned about Van Gogh's ear?&amp;quot;i said: &amp;quo..</description>
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			<title>The Weekdeads</title>
			<description>i enter the roomsmokey, can't see the flooreverybody's hair looks bought froma wig shopleather jackets, whiskey bottles,art books block the entrance tothe next room.the punk kid with speakers held inboth ears, head chipping paintfrom the walls says, &amp;quot;thes..</description>
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			<title>Starbucks Experience 1</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;HALF-CAF TRIPLE ICED GRANDE NONFAT NO WHIP EASY ICE 2 PUMP MOCHA,&amp;quot;&amp;quot;That'll be $3.99&amp;quot;the womanwearing a woolen poncho4 quarter-size buttons turtleneckoversized louis vuitton bagfilled with clothesshopping bagsand i look at herexpecting pa..</description>
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			<title>The Last Acid Gold Rush</title>
			<description>     Geometric shapesare ten bucks a ticketbutit&amp;rsquo;s giveandtakeyou give away that gravitythat assurance thatthings stayputand they dobut not like youthinkthey dodisorder, the hippiesthe contemporary counterpartsSan Fran Mexicans 2008..</description>
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			<title>SEXUAL REPRODUCTION CLASS II</title>
			<description>I truly believe,that all microscopic discoveriesare made up by man.</description>
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			<title>Punk Rock Store</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Dear Billy Buck,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;ve took your advice and since I was in the neighborhood, visiting my friend by Six Corners, or as you like referring it, Chicago&amp;rsquo;s light bulb. Why was that again? Because the majority of the st..</description>
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			<title>Train to Chicago</title>
			<description> The train stops and I&amp;rsquo;m in the woods: waiting for the wolves to come. As the thought comes&amp;mdash;passes with the sudden movement: away from the tops of trees, onto the hues of city lights.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A tree rolls by. Then a puddle, a ..</description>
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			<title>The Last Hemingway on the Mayflower</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Decided To Alvah Goldbook&amp;nbsp;II&amp;nbsp;What does god want with my dreams? In the preface of all things, in all ways. To hide them in a flowerpot, to wait for spring, to water and nourish and only to neglect and leave to die.&amp;nbsp;Bore to all things! Bore to the Sky! Bore to the R..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/simpleskates/388463/</link>
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			<title>(Snow-Flake) (Dream-Girl) #2</title>
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