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			<title>Calibration</title>
			<description>As I try to calibrate pieces of my mindSubsets synchronizeIn addition or an average the total isn't wholeIt's a code written by manySame language, but different tonesAn imbalance in the formulaYet somehow it still runsConflicting protocols somehow running in tandemThe same conflicts taking their tol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/2831163/</link>
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			<title>Ignorance Is Bliss</title>
			<description>Overhead a bright blue skyFollowed by a tranquil orange sunsetAn aura of happiness when surrounded by friendsTrue contentednessSo why is this the moment I feel dread?Newfound bubbles of realization interrupt my psycheWas my contentment just repetition with a colorful bowHad I been seeing the world t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/2489585/</link>
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			<title>With Rhyme But No Reason</title>
			<description>&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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Every day I see people post their thoughtsThe kind you'd see on a fortune cookieSomething you'd slightly recall from TV and moviesUnc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/2489584/</link>
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			<title>[ There's a fire inside of me ]</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's a fire inside of me&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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's my passion burning for things I love to doA sensation of pain permeating wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/2489583/</link>
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			<title>What Is A Friend?</title>
			<description>What is a friend?A friend is a friendThat's what a friend would sayBut when push comes to shove will that friendship stayIf you're gone for a year and don't catch up too much,Will they act out of character let emotions run amockWill they blow off hanging out just to show you what's upYou don't call ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/2049822/</link>
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			<title>No Refunds</title>
			<description>Emotionally cascading to a negative spaceDisappearing into nothingBut the drain plug was weak, worn down by timeA drain housed the plugIt's clogged with things that don't belongA sink contained the drainPeople have been chipping away at itUnintentionally, but without a careA simple wall supported th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/2049818/</link>
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			<title>Grayscale</title>
			<description>Story/Poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1947123/</link>
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			<title>A State of Flux</title>
			<description>The absence of happiness becomes sadness.An excess of held in sadness becomes anger.Too much anger makes you furious.A release of that furiosity reverts you to sadness.We are forever in a state of flux.Emotions less stable than the stock market.Yet more connected to each other than the best of frien..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1885839/</link>
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			<title>So Many Questions, So Many Possible Answers</title>
			<description>What is that feeling you've been experiencing in the pit of your stomach?That fuzzy or static-like sting coursing throughout your body?When you feel so light it's like you're stationary within your eyes, body moving on auto pilot?Is it all just a different perspective on seeing the world?What's the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1658076/</link>
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			<title>What Truly Moves You</title>
			<description>Tried something a little different. Don't mind if the commas are incorrectly placed never been my strong suit. Enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1366959/</link>
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			<title>The Answers In Our I's</title>
			<description>Haiku</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1340475/</link>
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			<title>As</title>
			<description>Watch as the red faded tear drop drips down it's thorn-ed slender bodyReflecting not unto itself but to the eyes of witnesses now questioning sinsWitness as time reverses, specks of sand absorbed by the raging wavesForced to bind together by nature to strengthen their unity</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1328759/</link>
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			<title>Unnamed In The Middle</title>
			<description>First attempt at something like this. Sounds more like a bad story but whatever lol</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1306733/</link>
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			<title>Hidden Messages Hiding Messages</title>
			<description>Like an incantation the lights flickerSmiley faces pasted on frowns like a stickerWild hearts beating to the sounds of a drumBuilding up resentment like tension in a gunHolding onto peace til' the sun does fadeFinally having freedom from pain in the shadeConfusion at these words that constantly digr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1306411/</link>
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			<title>Thinking That Day</title>
			<description>What is it I was thinking that dayMemories, have they been bleachedI seek answers but the question is whatFrom where do these emotions deriveCan someone explain whyWill someone ever recognize meHelp me clear my unsettling unknowingsGuessing can only satisfy me meagerlyFor peace I require the full co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1253515/</link>
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			<title>Points of View</title>
			<description>The sun shinesAs the morning singsSadness swallowedLike fading stingsWith special powerOf being plainAffecting heartsInspiring brainsPurity is&amp;nbsp;Your bad thoughts baneBarriers brokenSo have no shameWeakness turnsTo your biggest assetWhen fear turnsIt's a major aspectSo eyes closedFeel peace in ti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1253509/</link>
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			<title>Welcome To The Winter Ways</title>
			<description>A crisp air that numbs the noseAn array of whites drawn from the same anomalySoft crunches echoing through silencePeace ensuesMoments of nostalgiaRecollectionPeaceSilent dangers unbeknownst to peripheralsBeauty accompanied by perseveranceMindlessly whittlingEven the strongest succumbTo it's power of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1249780/</link>
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			<title>Unknowing To Your Affects </title>
			<description>Day fadesMoments of silence embellishedThe color cakes the ocean like dried paintOn an easel represented by serenityA mix of spring and summerBut appreciated throughout all seasonsA worldly sign of a days endAble to bring peaceEven if but a brief momentThrough chaotic shadowsOne may seek solace rega..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1247632/</link>
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			<title>Unspoken Needs</title>
			<description>Life was given freeTerms of service requiredBut not included</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1242405/</link>
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			<title>Questions Derive From Answers</title>
			<description>Imagine a space of nothingness&amp;nbsp;Like a long sleep without dreams&amp;nbsp;Devoid of recollection&amp;nbsp;A moment of absolute peace&amp;nbsp;Yet ironically your unable to experience it&amp;nbsp;Such a&amp;nbsp;splendor&amp;nbsp;A bright though also dark moment&amp;nbsp;Even so you wouldn't know right?&amp;nbsp;So which should..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1241970/</link>
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			<title>Sure To Follow</title>
			<description>When night masks morality&amp;nbsp;Day must in turn show it&amp;nbsp;If love hides disloyalty&amp;nbsp;Then hate must reveal it&amp;nbsp;Equivalence will force it's way&amp;nbsp;Like a new king hungry for wealth&amp;nbsp;An unavoidable burden&amp;nbsp;Attached uniquely to each adjective&amp;nbsp;One does not remove the balance&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1241969/</link>
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			<title>Contemplation</title>
			<description>The menacing lights speak to him&amp;nbsp;Guidance no longer the subject&amp;nbsp;Mundane becomes the rule of tongue&amp;nbsp;Where must the casted travel&amp;nbsp;May peace wash sin of a lost soul&amp;nbsp;Or will distress be this mans only comfort&amp;nbsp;Does fire still hurt&amp;nbsp;Will it just burn away memories&amp;nbsp;Av..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MadManWithABox9/1241964/</link>
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