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			<title>Finding Sylvia in the Basement of my Soul </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It was about 3:15 in the morning and for some ungodly reason I was searching box after box looking for my moral compass. As you know its been missing for quite some time. I looked up just as she struck a match, then lit candle in honor of some obscure saint. She extinguished the flame with a..</description>
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			<title>A Terrible Thing </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It is usOn the other side of the glassThey say we are strangeI say they don&amp;rsquo;t see what we do A terrible thing called LoveWe watch They chase With grubby fingersgreedy childrenAnd like the rainbow The closer they get The further it fadesso hot the fire for po..</description>
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			<title>Art of Agony </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; She makes art of agony Lies in cold drifts of isolation Arms drawing wings in the snowLegs opening Legs closing Creating angelic garments beneath her And the white melts against blacken pain She makes art of self sacrifice Piles bramble at her feet And wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrusillaDarling/491372/</link>
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			<title>Gods in the Chrysalis </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; We ache within our cocoons The earth hears the beat beat of our heartsWe fear there is moreFeel there is more And there is more Our wet wings throb Our legs itch Our tongues twitch A need to speak A need to seek A need to create We Awake We ..</description>
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			<title>Undressing Your Muse </title>
			<description>You fumble like a freshman &amp;nbsp;She has so many hooks &amp;nbsp;A little lace &amp;nbsp;Devils smile &amp;nbsp;On an Angels face &amp;nbsp;Her satin whispers &amp;nbsp;In&amp;nbsp;dark doorways&amp;nbsp;Clandestine space &amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;taunts you with her sneak peeks &amp;nbsp;Flashes&amp;nbsp;her ..</description>
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