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			<title>Different World</title>
			<description>In a different world you were mine.In that different realm, you are mine, however imagined.My heart still aches for that different timeline.That possibility unrealized.If only I had spoke differently.If only I had acknowledged that I did not understandwe would be in different skies and at different ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/723790/</link>
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			<title>Spun on coffee, listening to music, and being in love</title>
			<description>And this really isn't a story. We really need more types to choose from. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/701373/</link>
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			<title>Vandana</title>
			<description>I saw my love todayThere, stranded, and picturesqueIn deepest darkest azureand wheeled with rake and sculpture.What terrible longing hath the Swede wrought at the penning of her determined lines or dreaming of her mighty core?My heart falters and falls,leaving me adrift,when remembering that time an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/655144/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>This morning, hearing music on a radio that was warm, spacious, and mellow with female vocals, I immediately began goingsomeplace. Someplace fantastic and romantic. Inward. Infectious and affectionate.Then I stopped it! I rejected it! I shunned it! This is not my place and won't be for a long time. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/647567/</link>
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			<title>Below the layer</title>
			<description>A poem based on a dream</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/621775/</link>
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			<title>Famine</title>
			<description>LogicThat cold and unwavering freindLoyal to the endStronger even then my very heartThat synonym for my love for youAgainst the blackness of nightand the cruelty of a peircing ocean breezeyou let me hold you.Pleasure not known for ages,the mere embrace.And like an image from Kl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/485073/</link>
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			<title>Afternoons</title>
			<description>Afternoons, yes, ages evenin an already dead city in a now dying countryand a contentious HQThe flyers around me with straying eyes lie too meand have lost control of their own sticks. To them, I am bound. And here we fly incestous fightscaught in Luftberry Circles wondering when one..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/475938/</link>
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			<title>A Song of Kings</title>
			<description>I am I! Alone in the night time of lifeand hurdling forwardfaster then all othersI entered aloneand shall die aloneI shall only live once in this earthand die only once on this earth in this earthso I shall rule this earth till the end of this one time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/468592/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>This is the first poem (the opening salvo if you will) from the time frame when my fiance and I first started getting close to each other. When I tipped over the precipice and into what is now our life together. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/461047/</link>
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			<title>Juxtapositions</title>
			<description>As low so high ElvaleethiaI chatted today with the Dragonfly and hints of those old things reappearedPaintings by those azure scopesThat starstruck glanceThose days will not come againfleeting, watery, and long cherishedThe sun caressing usThe ocean soothing usThe sand cradling us</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BDKR/460757/</link>
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