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		<description>The original writings of author MissKayP</description>
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			<title>Night Report</title>
			<description>Pulled by the elbowdown the yellow-white hallwayShe looks over her right shoulderthen her leftuntil she is stood in front of a window&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; See Grace? Nothing's thereHer arm tugs free,a brake released,Nightgown and hair flow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1337217/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>When she lost herself,her body retained its pulse.Smoothed the wrinkles on the bed spread each morning,memorized the way she pairedearrings with her blouse.The minutes and hours dangledand she was leftgazing, unblinkingat nameless peopleanimated with the diversions and throes o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1313813/</link>
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			<title>Wait</title>
			<description>Okay&amp;nbsp;I willBut who will you beOn that thirty-first dayThe man that gave me his umbrellaCut up my roast beef into endearing little piecesThe one who pours honey on freshly cut strawberriesOr will my voice softeninto a cotton ballAs my sentences fall flatagainst your smooth, gre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1304063/</link>
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			<title>I won't be home for supper</title>
			<description>Because today it's my birthdayand I'm headed straight through thesenewly unlocked gates speeding past my housein a blue Dodge Neon with a group of girls who wearcurve contouring clothes and smoke Marlboro Lights.The speakers pulse and the bassshakes up our insideswhile all the wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1298389/</link>
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			<title>Reel Unwinding</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;day dissolving&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; depositing just you and I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;onto warming barstools&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;city street rolling up&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1283814/</link>
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			<title>To Save Him</title>
			<description>The little girl,praying it would not unfurl,always had a fearwhich never yet threatened to come near&amp;nbsp;But this worry did grip herhoping it was only her mind trying to trick herbecause there was no reason to be afraidup till now life was all sun and no shade&amp;nbsp;Still, she'd ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1280099/</link>
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			<title>At Ease</title>
			<description>How calmit can bein the in-betweenthis under placedreams not yet disfiguredby light&amp;nbsp;Sitting,I like to lean against the windowcatching soundbites and clipsof the fast forward around mebetween half slumber&amp;nbsp;Sometimes,a smile is extendedfilling in the black and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1276320/</link>
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			<title>Break</title>
			<description>Minutes before she was a wifeanswering that dreadful callshe somehow got down the stairsleaving the phone bobbing on its cordshe flung through the front door with disbelief's strengthher guttural pleads swallowed by the stillness and hush of the yardlurching forward onto the brow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1272826/</link>
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			<title>Florence</title>
			<description>You're not supposed to be herea visitor who has arrived too soonyou notice the uneasiness of the hostesswho lets you proceed as if normal&amp;nbsp;but the heaviness in your stomachand dryness in your mouth is unmistakablewishing you had a different traveling companionwith the scenery bei..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1244253/</link>
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			<title>Disappointment</title>
			<description>It&amp;nbsp;seems much more harmlessFrom afarIn a subway station with Muted colors and soundsA sort of purgatory Between the actualEvents we call life&amp;nbsp;No expectations down hereThe flat expressions of Two dimensional commuters waitingIs a safer option &amp;nbsp;Dreams are not yet disfiguredby the light ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1197607/</link>
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			<title>Falling</title>
			<description>A poem about the sometimes difficult time we have in coming to rely strictly upon ourselves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKayP/1169994/</link>
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