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			<title>featherbed</title>
			<description>the sheet rattles against my breathi've tucked myself into the hollow where your body once sleptit smells like yesterdayit feels like i've forgotten the curve&amp;nbsp;of my own bodyit feels like i've forgotten my own tasteit feels like i could sleepin cool shadowsforeverwhen it comes to reintroducing m..</description>
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			<title>routine</title>
			<description>slinging the curtain asidei let the immediate rush of air chill my skinwet&amp;nbsp;slicksometimes i am quick to coversometimes i stand there&amp;nbsp;nakeddrippingand let my mind freeze in placei stare blankly at the sun poking through the sheer curtainright foot and thenleftalways the samethere is a towel..</description>
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			<title>awaiting the silence of night</title>
			<description>the ticking of the clockis contained in shallow breathsthe house creaksmoanssighs emptyi am a mirror</description>
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			<title>if</title>
			<description>if you could see the wayi transformwhen the ink flowswhen the time slowsif youcould feel mewhen the words come outpulsing through my veinsrapidlymoving like wildfire in the nightif you could see the way&amp;nbsp;i touch myselfthe way i releaseif you could taste the inner coreif you couldififwould youwou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phthisis/1189698/</link>
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			<title>ego trip</title>
			<description>wanti wantsomething--something but there is&amp;nbsp;nothingi amnothingthey all stop touchingstop looking stop feelingstop seeingand a part of me is on firea part of me is frozenthe halves are hollowand dividedand every bit of flesh is leftdried and flakingmy throat must have turned to dustmust have bee..</description>
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			<title>s'il vous plait</title>
			<description>don't you want to whisper to mewith your lips against my neckdarlingwhat if i wore lace anda masquewhat if i were someone elsesomewhere elsewouldn't you want it soor would i thenstill not ever beenough</description>
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			<title>thirty-three</title>
			<description>that summer was hot but i don't really remember itthe days were wrapped in momentsi was breathless around youand nownow i can barely forgetthe way you shunned me after we departedand i was offendedand i was brokenas if it was undeservedas if we were anything more than nothingwhen the sun burns into ..</description>
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			<title>across arms</title>
			<description>unraveledlet me sing to you in silent wordscomelie down next to meshow me which constellationshold your hearti am always watching the skiesand the moonshe bore my name</description>
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			<title>delusions of remembrance</title>
			<description>i placed your star in a cagebirdlike white and rusty hingeit was only a decoyyour heart was an illusionand i couldn't keep myself wrapped tightly enoughthe wind blew cold through the eyeletsand struck my bones with sharp intensityi ached for you and stillthough it angers me nowwhen my heart remember..</description>
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			<title>thunder in the morning</title>
			<description>a storm rolls in from the westheavy grey cloudstumble over one another and placedrops of rain on my kitchen windowi wait for the wind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phthisis/1189692/</link>
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			<title>in crossing</title>
			<description>that first yearyour body writhed with minemore minutes passed entwinedthan notso long agoit wasi was bouncing off the cloudsyou draped across the skytoo quickly i fellbefore i knew what it was liketo breatheand now what are wenothing isnothing wereemptiness and&amp;nbsp;cold bedsheets remaini've warmed ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phthisis/1189689/</link>
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			<title>bibelot</title>
			<description>my being is a petalunfoldingenveloped in the midstof an opal and a beanin a flurry of disastrous attempts to come to lifei sit perchednaked and ripenedcould the heat between my lipsbe anything more than stationary</description>
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			<title>in the howl of night</title>
			<description>come. come.i am undone.my voice breaks against the wind.is there a point to all of this?my eyes fall to the silence.lead me.i grow tired of dancing alone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phthisis/1189687/</link>
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			<title>adrift in a sea of madness</title>
			<description>give me something to float ondeari haven't melted like this in yearsa hiatus and i forgot the wordsbut the achethe muscle memorycame tromping through the ashlike a trainbarreling along rusted railsspread eagle against the vanishing pointi am that peachdecaying in the plastic bag</description>
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			<title>minuet</title>
			<description>i will dream of you for the next five thousand yearsi wrotefor you all those nightsmy purest form of selfcloser to god than anything elsewhatever that isbut you were a pretentious fucki unnerved youit was an insidious danceand reallythe results were lacklusteri miss the charcoalwhen i used to draw i..</description>
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			<title>twenty-one moons</title>
			<description>goddamn it i miss youthose words are weak and patheticand i remember how they sound bouncing off my tongueit burns, my skinyour fingertips were electrici remember your hand on my shoulderwhen the afghan had falleni was awake but i faced the wallwhite and speckled with dirt and grimei rememberyou are..</description>
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			<title>gethsemane</title>
			<description>i'm calling out for youwith a hand over my mouthi'm not sure i want to hearanything more than my voiceechoingbut i doand i can'tas i burn my pupils to forgetbrevity has an upside as we are alighti die impassioned each timeit falls from my lipslike crackled skindon't act like i was nothing</description>
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			<title>deficiency</title>
			<description>maybe there is nothing.no was. no were.nowhere.i know you. i know you. but it's in a haze.you're in a vault in the back of my mind.only when i ammost vulnerable are you releasedand even then, you don't knowi don't wish to wake,just to keep you.just.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phthisis/1189675/</link>
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			<title>the sextant is broken</title>
			<description>i would listenbut you could not speaklifting my hand to the misti realizedi knew nothingnothing of everythingeverything of nothingthere is no dancethere is no musiconly splintered floorboardsand the shadowed cornersof velvet wallpaperpeeling against its will</description>
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			<title>uncircumscribable</title>
			<description>it is andwhat notwhere it werecould i have beenand been noti wouldnot have breathedthat last breath</description>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>howquickly you came andwenti've beenwriting stories about youfor decadesi never knewthe ship had sailsuntil i saw the wingslast nightand whenred hair flowedlike murder, icouldn't catch my breath</description>
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