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			<title>Dragging</title>
			<description>Written July 3, 2014.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/1385603/</link>
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			<title>Unblock</title>
			<description>Written January 19, 2014</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/1385599/</link>
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			<description>Written November 4, 2009</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/473307/</link>
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			<title>Mensomnia</title>
			<description>There wasn't a time when sleep was not shallowa dream flimsy and wavering but myID scatters, ramped, and thrivingcolors not separating a hearton which I've been meditatingbut this rest is so staggering in joltsand the impossible fades outin a glaze gathered by dusty daylightI couldn'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/451004/</link>
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			<title>MIA Tears</title>
			<description>Written July 9, 2009</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/429960/</link>
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			<title>November 2</title>
			<description>This is your painful embrace,delightfully tapping through poolstill you speak,making walls, knees weak.Couldn't you find words before?Days dragging and time too short,foolishness agreeingthis is truth I'm hearing.I kept things straight in lyrical filesand placed past proof as delic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/428722/</link>
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			<title>November</title>
			<description>Wonder why the words are caught in your throat,if they are lying there, dying at all.In a drowning nightwhen the time was right,they float to the top and you don't remember at all.When were you going to say anddid you even plan to feel?I could have played this all for fakeand dreamt ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/428700/</link>
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			<title>Worthless Gold</title>
			<description>Written April 23, 2007</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/333751/</link>
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			<title>No</title>
			<description>Written March 5, 2007</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/333750/</link>
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			<title>Black Ick</title>
			<description>Written March 21, 2007.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/333749/</link>
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			<title>Repetiton</title>
			<description>Don&amp;#2013266066;t act like I&amp;#2013266066;m not here with you, hearing you, watching in your face the world crumbling away.  I started this, I know, but I&amp;#2013266066;m here to finish it.  I reach for your hand and you pull away.  That was an act of me pulling you onto the same page, to share the sto..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/316286/</link>
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			<title>Nonsense</title>
			<description>He's tradeable for one more night with your intoxicated lack of hesitation.&amp;nbsp; I would wrap my arms around your back, let you sleep upon my chest...chest-to-chest...again.&amp;nbsp;I'd take it all back and tell you protective lies if I thought, for even one second, one breath, it would make me be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/289014/</link>
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			<title>Exhale</title>
			<description>Instead, a wind that diesa curtain stilled, it lays, it liesInstead, a coffee mug gone colda ticking clock, no days, it hidesI sit alone, I feed my mindwith empty halls, with empty sighsYou're best at home, you heed my callwith answered prayers, with soft withdraw&amp;nbsp;Instead, an ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/259850/</link>
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			<title>Retreated/Return</title>
			<description>Written April 9, 2008.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/247000/</link>
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			<title>Early Evening - Elliot</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;This is all I know: Sitting still to watch the engines come and go.&amp;rdquo;~~Notwist &amp;ldquo;Off the Rails&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He removed the candle slowly from the hole in the ground in a patient manner.&amp;nbsp; Twirling th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226943/</link>
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			<title>Early Evening - Anya</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Anger and agony are better than misery&amp;quot; ~~Three Days Grace &amp;quot;Pain&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bravely, she slapped his spit-covered cheek. His eyes remained unflustered, his body limp in booze. Quickly, without rethinking actions, she rolled off the devastated matt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226941/</link>
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			<title>Early Evening - Juliette</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Hearts grow hard on a windy street, lips grow cold with the rent to meet.&amp;rdquo;--Alan Cumming &amp;ldquo;I Don&amp;rsquo;t Care Much&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One cream, two sugar.&amp;nbsp; Ice cubes and stir.&amp;nbsp; It always tasted better when she..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226939/</link>
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			<title>Early Evening - Tom</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Tell me, over and over and over and over and over againIt never was time for us, it never was time to let me in&amp;rdquo;~~Evans Blue &amp;ldquo;Over&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He waited.&amp;nbsp; Then he crossed out one word and anoth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226938/</link>
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			<title>Early Evening - Juliette</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Just &amp;lsquo;cause it&amp;rsquo;s all in your head doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean it has to be in mine&amp;rdquo; -- Lifehouse &amp;ldquo;Only One&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I taste saline.&amp;nbsp; The right hand quickly wipes it all away.&amp;nbsp; I turn b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226936/</link>
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			<title>Sunset - Elliot</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Love, it taught me to lie, life, it taught me to die.&amp;rdquo;--Damien Rice &amp;lsquo;Cannonball&amp;rsquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His footsteps are quickened, trying to beat the sinking sun.&amp;nbsp; He knows he cannot be alone out at night...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226928/</link>
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			<title>Sunset - Juliette</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;All this time I&amp;rsquo;ve wandered &amp;lsquo;round, searching for the things I&amp;rsquo;ll never know.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ndash;Jeremy Camp &amp;lsquo;Restored&amp;rsquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Two stars manage to glow in spite of the city lights p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226926/</link>
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			<title>Sunset - Anya</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s like I can&amp;rsquo;t wake up, it&amp;rsquo;s like I can&amp;rsquo;t get up, it&amp;rsquo;s like I can&amp;rsquo;t remember who I used to be.&amp;nbsp; Am I running from you or am I running from me?&amp;rdquo;~~TRUSTcompany &amp;ldquo;Running From Me&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226924/</link>
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			<title>Midnight Vernacular</title>
			<description>What I have so far of what I hope will become a novel.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226923/</link>
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			<title>Blind Cry Fate</title>
			<description>Bleed, does my sleeve wear it? Scoffing, laughing, then pain I deepen my spun words Deleterious they strike, threefold return The outpouring abuse, I sign off Pray Pray tell, do my sober words appear clairvoyant? Religion taught for charitable causes Prayer broken by political pauses..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226921/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Written 6/30/02</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226920/</link>
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			<title>Talent</title>
			<description>Written 2/11/06</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226919/</link>
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			<title>93</title>
			<description>Based off the movie.  Patriotic.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226915/</link>
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			<title>A mile</title>
			<description>Written Fall 2007</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/226913/</link>
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			<title>Panorama</title>
			<description>A sestina.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/225853/</link>
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			<title>Drown</title>
			<description>Written in Spring 2006</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/225852/</link>
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			<title>Credulous</title>
			<description>Written in Winter 2006</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/225849/</link>
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			<title>No Different</title>
			<description>A villanelle.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/210628/</link>
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			<title>Maternal Payment</title>
			<description>This is a nonfiction piece.  Nothing had been edited from the IMs, only removed for privacy reasons.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ash_escapist/33904/</link>
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