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			<title>Rainy days.</title>
			<description>Hours drip down&amp;nbsp;my windowlike raindrops,&amp;nbsp;trickle slowlyand blur my&amp;nbsp;vision of the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;cold and wetday outside.I wonder what&amp;nbsp;it would be like&amp;nbsp;if every drop were&amp;nbsp;a second,or a minute,and to taste such timeas it folds on my tongue,like a snowflakewhich melts away&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1189690/</link>
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			<title>Ghost in the mirror.</title>
			<description>I have see your smile reflected&amp;nbsp;a thousand times across thesedistorted walls in this&amp;nbsp;maze of mirrors in my mind.And in these silent moments,&amp;nbsp;I hear the sound &amp;nbsp;of your chuckle,echoing back and forth&amp;nbsp;between my love-sick hemispheresAnd behind my eyelids, I can&amp;nbsp;see your ga..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1188632/</link>
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			<title>Hyperspace Insights.</title>
			<description>On the back of his eyelidswas a wormhole to aanother world,to a universethat he only everuncovered in the&amp;nbsp;small hours of the night.When the night lightsfaded away like aslow stumble intounconsciousness he sawhis life and&amp;nbsp;Life was beautiful.And he saw beauty,and he wanted to capture it,like..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1188614/</link>
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			<title>Unnoticed. </title>
			<description>Shall we go wander,through the wavesof forgotten faces?Through rush hoursuits and suitcases.&amp;nbsp;Come, pause, with meat twilight stations,&amp;nbsp;and see mobiles&amp;nbsp;illuminatinglovers smile.And see smallchildren animatingcommuters smiles.Stop and hear,&amp;nbsp;the music&amp;nbsp;of the train.&quot;I'll be back..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1171301/</link>
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			<title>Obsessions.</title>
			<description>He targets her like a gun shot,then abducts her like a daydream.He arrests her glances,and charges her advances,and puts then a tazer to her heart.He jumpstarts her CPR rhythmsand leaves adrenaline stab incisions,and signs smitten&amp;nbsp;on her patient chart.He wires her switch-board of hallucinations..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1170763/</link>
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			<title>Pick Up Artists.</title>
			<description>She sucked up his words like a Black Hole swallowing stars.&amp;nbsp;Her face glowed in the shimmer of his voice. And his words were luminous, languid, they flowed through language like fireflies drunk on their own light. She too was drunk, gargling down his whispers and laughing gaily at his eloquent b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1170162/</link>
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			<title>Butterflies.</title>
			<description>Perhaps we&amp;rsquo;re only flyingbecause we&amp;rsquo;re too afraid to fall.Maybe soon I&amp;rsquo;ll realisethat these makeshift wings of mineare nothing more thanwoven threads of hopesand gauze memories.But your thoughts travel so fast,I&amp;rsquo;m surprised they haven&amp;rsquo;tbeen arrested for speeding.And the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1169120/</link>
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			<title>Untitled. </title>
			<description>I sometimes wonderwhere the anonymous gowhen they&amp;rsquo;re alone.&amp;nbsp;Do they go for walks in the crowds,merge with the masses of strangers&amp;nbsp;in the mall, at the station?Strangers always seem to flock together,it&amp;rsquo;s as if they had never heard ofstranger danger.Instead, I just walk under the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1169117/</link>
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			<title>Unstable Grounds</title>
			<description>Why does he dissolve his dreamsin the mistakes of the his past?&amp;nbsp;A shroud of&amp;nbsp;disillusionment,A fog of thick sorry memories&amp;hellip;Almost in comatosehe wanders through&amp;nbsp;the swampy marshland&amp;nbsp;hoping to God he&amp;nbsp;doesn&amp;rsquo;tstumble into quicksand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t know how ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herohappenings/1169114/</link>
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