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			<title>Father Time</title>
			<description>He rushes to fallwhite beard swinging at his waist.Summer&amp;rsquo;s pendulum</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bboooyd/1221639/</link>
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			<title>About Time</title>
			<description>He&amp;rsquo;ll watch skin peel from your bones&amp;nbsp;like embers off a fired log.A fixed stare that sees through who you wereAnd he&amp;rsquo;ll move on to the next and still further.Immune to prayer or pleadingHe is witnessed always, with the livingCarrying on without existence of a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bboooyd/1218206/</link>
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			<title>Past Now</title>
			<description>My heaving mind wakesAmid midnight terror dreamsWhere I once was. Still</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bboooyd/1217890/</link>
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			<title>Misstep</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bboooyd/1138321/</link>
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			<title>I'm a handful</title>
			<description>A hodgepodge of thoughts, ideas, and time, whip across my minds eye. An imagined eyelid moves to block the blow, to stanch the swell of this chaos.&amp;nbsp;My heart spooks into a frenzied beat and causes panic to thump in my ears. A buzz clings at my every inch numbing movement, taking control of m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bboooyd/1137775/</link>
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			<title>the end of we</title>
			<description>A firmness absent in recent encountersprovides bright heat contrary to the cold tears.Your lips seek refuge on mine.I can feel you shudder;A slick roll of agony through your bones.I steady youand space swallows us.Our lips brush wet with emotion&amp;nbsp;and passion birthed from pain.Hurt claws at life ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bboooyd/1137069/</link>
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			<title>Drop Let Go</title>
			<description>Drops splash down and green the leaves.&amp;nbsp;Dead leaves sometimes sit on sidewalks holding these drops.The clear liquid beads up inside them and settles solid.A drop of water on a fallen leaf. &amp;nbsp;The drop could&amp;rsquo;ve landed anywhere.(Earth swallows others happily with a thirsty mo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bboooyd/1137018/</link>
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			<title>Every Mans Collection </title>
			<description>Chunksof unused foods snuggle tightly to torn tissues.Evaporationclings and Indistinguishable liquids issue aging odors.Plasticbottles harboring floaters mingle inside the clutter.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Garbage.Trash.Junk.&amp;nbsp;Thew..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bboooyd/1136520/</link>
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