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			<title>homeless man</title>
			<description>musing as i wander home from a movie theater in downtown washington, dc</description>
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			<title>Woman with a Parasol</title>
			<description>Sunlight blankets the verdant fields in the late afternoon,Madame&amp;nbsp;gently sheltered by her mother's green parasol,inherited on the occasion of moving to Paris.The wind whips through the high grasses,&amp;nbsp;through her bustle of skirtsthe scarf that brings the blue from her eyesand that cream-colo..</description>
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			<title>High Tops</title>
			<description>The shoes I am wearing today, wecarry years together.Worn through inspirationand elation.Heartbreak; death.Recovery and recuperation.One season I fashioned a portraitof my left shoein charcoal: an odeto my material companions,though they did not fit when I bought them.A whole size too bigI bought th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/magicukulele/535052/</link>
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			<title>significance</title>
			<description>Who hasn't wondered if they have a purpose?</description>
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			<title>A sonnet on why I never have boyfriends</title>
			<description>Thrice scalded, twice burned, once regretovertook the simple pleasure we pursued.And so it all self-complicates: its own threatuntil the familiar cynicism accruedprevails. &amp;nbsp;And these brain storms (clouded with salty bluesand, of course, the pulsing reds so neither can win)leave me again in a cl..</description>
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			<title>Lessons Time Taught</title>
			<description>a creeping sentimentality arises nowfor the golden times i lived, before;amid the late night scrambles and the compromisesthat pulled my shutters closed. the drafts at the doorsiphening themselves&amp;nbsp;in through the dark.each fistful of words made less sense than the first.and the last, so trivial,..</description>
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			<title>What it is like to be confused about being madly in love with someone you know so, so well</title>
			<description>children of light,two birds of many feathers&amp;nbsp;we fly togetherperpetually caught swinging pendulum-time between the points.between passion and practicalitybetween devotion and dedicationbetween living and existing&amp;nbsp;and between love and rationality.wild nights insidethe ancient books that expl..</description>
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			<title>I Wear A Quilt</title>
			<description>As an early twenty-something, I struggle daily to balance enjoying my youth and comprehending responsibility.  Inevitably we all mourn the loss of our innocence - this poem describes normalizing that.</description>
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