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		<description>The original writings of author Kett</description>
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			<title>year</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;what time is it in the strip?yards of years tapped one behind the other..right behind the other, they know..so close, they smell the fearthat growsone controls the other..even from afar, there is control of you...reeds worn thin, yet never breakslim and the skin so wet, so ri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/442641/</link>
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			<title>target practice</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;curve metals splitamateur logistics turn to spitwhiter gathering ethereal push, harder reality pointbreak limbs apart at summons jointmidnight servitudeholler filler shies a greater aptitude yet denies and rejects the mightself-fulfilling sexual conquestalone in my bed,yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/441088/</link>
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			<title>so are the stills on the sill</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;render your heart in a bed of quicksand...filling your lungs of a hotter momentunyielding to desires standing in front of your face..bliss of cloud which passes its fortnight quite soon,too soon to finish its eloquence,privy and surreal wait for a new tomorrowpromising a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/435947/</link>
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			<title>before</title>
			<description>in the girth unrelenting a swell comeswith a sent smile and swiftness of a polecat..what compels as an expressionist's paintinghurries down running liquid vaguely into a sitter's earwho&amp;rsquo;s eyes excel a rapid alterationto drain a transparent gratification...intoxicator and a drunken ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/434927/</link>
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			<title>cemetery gates</title>
			<description>say it as a brit would..for i am british you know.....i waiver back and forth the wills and the wiles of the ink..the oils that run to a life to fulfill their own.the whites that have their way as they flirt with the darkest black they have known.for tears will still run...and they will ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/427210/</link>
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			<title>nautica</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;blows of winds sailor&amp;rsquo;s dreams capture starsas guiding lights to singtorrents waves drift a bowwoody elements sift up noseas salty aires condense across shoulders widenightscape protectorwatching the night set free the coursing wingsnautical draperies pull taut and cu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/423568/</link>
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			<title>lair of lotus</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;full is her mouth this night,which forthwith stands alone with reeds in handand lotus sprigs protruding still a scent undefinedand perfumed upon skins luring a lover stillborn is it of her to such pleasantries waiting to be fulfilledscorn her out loud and she&amp;rsquo;ll show you your..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/421443/</link>
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			<title>pyramidal oasis</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;tempted past,a push for the relinquishand idolization, lustful guise that has no patience.books, rippled with pages written and worn by pendrawn dull...yet, here you arepursuant and relentless, demanding and expectant.tousled hair, lips wide and soft to kiss upon my own......</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/421068/</link>
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			<title>the return, again</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;i succumbed to something much larger than my ownwhat it should, or shall be which was far beyond what i understoodfar reaching where my hands could befurther out from me.&amp;nbsp;i waited a frightful houri never thought you would abandon me as you didperhaps you had your reasons&amp;h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/420317/</link>
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			<title>bird of prey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;raptured momentsand a torment luringvultures circle your carcass and i hover tooabove you to devour&amp;nbsp;burnt out eyes to pluck againstfeathers plumed above will fan no release or shadethey stick hard to signal surrenderbecause you know you have to,....&amp;nbsp;how fast a w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/420308/</link>
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			<title>famined refrain</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;thrown colored stones parted and swalloweda swell of&amp;nbsp;velvet carpetcrimsons,citrines, and a haunted onyx smoother-- a stealer of my dreams,certainly a possessor of such without much permission..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;upon a sorter's interpretationfingers pointed, nails hued, infused..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/418674/</link>
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			<title>the feathering</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;dreary, weary.. and wary...&amp;nbsp; have you become this eve..post haste or pardoned refutea turn of head, heard and fouledguarded are her arms to displace an urge, teetering.&amp;nbsp;habits form and falter on a single thoughtof past trails ever print-concreted as memoirsreminders, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/417667/</link>
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			<title>rebirth &amp; mourning</title>
			<description>waiting for the lights to appearin a vacant loticicling vaguely...vacillationanticipation of a new lover coming...a return of a previous lover ever wanting..denied.fantasmic heart splayed, laid....a conversion, your dispersion,go hide in a holeturn yourself upside and then down s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/413157/</link>
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			<title>the wrestling madness</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i took a madness stepand asked for a forgiveness i could not takei wondered if it would be the lastor if it would be something more to endurehow long must it beand would the lights be still twittering for me to see?horse's mane and a tail to braidwishes upon a unicorn's..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/410746/</link>
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			<title>anymore</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;i don&amp;rsquo;t talk into the dark for you to hear mewhen i speak about you,when i look out from the space with its pitch blackness,i close my eyes to further the void most evident...i don&amp;rsquo;t talk in the dark anymore,&amp;nbsp;if i turn my back,look away from you even though my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/406986/</link>
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			<title>silver standard</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;pastels blush in white bizarreturn corner,turn face towards me in&amp;nbsp;noir spelli find to consume you hotupon a tin roofmeld into skinsbecome one,me in you, you in mecascade, fadeescapade, take fast,blowcast, full throttle releasescreamer dreamermouth full of pastill..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/405521/</link>
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			<title>a lighter dark</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;a look backi take a retract and&amp;nbsp;delve into the sandto inhale, a greater exhale to spend...fill my lungs so i cannot breatheand die another time.. tired to seethein dreameries, i draw you closer,i command you to attend, to come with me,like it used to bebut you are never ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/404663/</link>
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			<title>retro reverse</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;...alone there,... a time to come, a final passfixer, treater, reconstitutor!avant fleeter... sky writer among the stratus takerrays superceder.... blow faster past you...more than you, expanser...wider than your pelvis maker...you spill your fathom dreamers, ...you tell me,onl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/402756/</link>
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			<title>nighted noir</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;a sultry devisei once came through such a passage,a composition divided...waiting to subside into a dreamier state,to remain permanentnonesuch came and hard desires became..fleetinglong emblazoned as a stickier shadower..it still retches firma constant gripping with little ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/402723/</link>
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			<title>maker's mark</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;the bones of the skeletalprotrude picturesque a scene,a flaying of limbsan ever digging from the grave to breathe.picked quite clean, raptured claws scrape from the disagreeableraven cawing a song none too soon to see her assemble herselfto position.ribcage split assunder a lon..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/402613/</link>
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			<title>the dark against the light</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;cosmic stem in a limb quite twistedi rallied my heart to be still,sensories conflictedburns of desires, long wretchedeverlasting, neverendingi step away from the dream.&amp;nbsp;perhaps another time,another chance to sun-gleamat last not to waiver,nor studder afoot in the wav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kett/397450/</link>
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