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			<title>Love, so Fortunate</title>
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			<title>Black, Black man</title>
			<description>sorrowful</description>
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			<title>Hey, Santa!</title>
			<description>Hey, Santa!Are you going to the hood?My Mommy told me to tell you&amp;nbsp;that I've been good&amp;nbsp;I'll meet you on the curb&amp;nbsp;I think that's bestBecause people in the suburb&amp;nbsp;will put you to the test&amp;nbsp;I just can't understand&amp;nbsp;why they're being so meanNow they wan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/642958/</link>
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			<title>Table Manners</title>
			<description>Slide overI want to smell you before they&amp;nbsp;come backArch your back just a littleNow, let your chest rest on the tableOpen your mouth and take one strand&amp;nbsp;of this pasta while my pasta basta slides between your thighs and into your creamy bowlHow does it taste?Before they com..</description>
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			<title>The Revolution Will Be Televised</title>
			<description>What else can be done?Blasphemy has shattered world proportionsCollapsed are the shelters for rainy days along&amp;nbsp;with dashed attempts of enhanced gonads ofnepotism that even the media has become ashamedofEven they have realized that they wronged the right&amp;nbsp;and were wrongStill ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/642629/</link>
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			<title>Non-Consent</title>
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			<title>Carla, Baby</title>
			<description>Clickety Clickety&amp;nbsp;Clack ClackWhat pretty monster fellfrom the track&amp;nbsp;She painted herself&amp;nbsp;so neatly and sweetUnder the bed or the closet&amp;nbsp;do all spoils meet&amp;nbsp;One, two&amp;nbsp;so many moreMy how the floor&amp;nbsp;does score&amp;nbsp;Accidental falls&amp;nbsp;or ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/642399/</link>
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			<title>Leave The Forgiven With Love</title>
			<description>Feeling you separate from me&amp;nbsp;I see that child&amp;nbsp;I once wasstanding within arms length of a tatteredbattered figure that can now only dreamthat it could have danced and playedand frollicked care-freein wading pools of glee and a kind gentlevoice to call me homeReaching to rest..</description>
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			<title>Can You See Me Now?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;Hi,&quot; when I got home from schoolBut you didn't hear me because you&amp;nbsp;were on the phoneI needed help with my math homeworkBut you couldn't help me because the&amp;nbsp;neighbor needed your helpI wanted to try out for the football &amp;nbsp;teamBut I couldn't because I had ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/642022/</link>
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			<title>Foreskin</title>
			<description>ChewyLeathery excessLike a turtle neck hiddenIn a sweaterIts bald bulb is setto play hide-n-seek asoften as necessaryTossed and bobbledChoked and gaggedTo regurgitative fits insidethe bat cave it lovesto call HomeAnd after all is spent ona good timeIt is still just excess..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/641685/</link>
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			<title>A Song For You</title>
			<description>Baby, let me write for youKiss and hug and loveon you&amp;nbsp;Let me be the cradleyou rock back and forthLet me be the reasonyou reach to the North&amp;nbsp;When I write a songYou'll let it playall night long&amp;nbsp;Just lay backand hold onLet it play all &amp;nbsp;night long&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/641653/</link>
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			<title>The Judgement of My Testament</title>
			<description>Like the blood of Clam ChowderSmeared it was on the face of my playmate for lifeAnd the clammy marquise diamond that enveloped two fingersAwaited cleansing from the seersuckered suited carp&amp;nbsp;From every angle the leaches popped and hoppedAs if intermittingly dousted with an '80s plagu..</description>
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			<title>Your Baby is Fat</title>
			<description>Choices bar&amp;nbsp;Choices scarsome are even above par&amp;nbsp;Opposites attract&amp;nbsp;as a matter of factmore powerful than a shooting star&amp;nbsp;Genes are mean&amp;nbsp;though fertile are greensomething lies inside&amp;nbsp;Ready to grab&amp;nbsp;or shall I say staba cell that hangs on fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/641451/</link>
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			<title>Posers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Stop talking about God&amp;nbsp;or maybe even your ownYou best mind your manners&amp;nbsp;and just leave mine alone&amp;nbsp;What did He do to hurt you?&amp;nbsp;Did She not answer your prayer?Tweedle Dee loves Tweedle DooOnly if you're a Mayor&amp;nbsp;Keep your comments insideDon't share..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/641239/</link>
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			<title>The Cacophonous Orgy</title>
			<description>Less Than ZeroThe pressed garments shined aseven their underwear pierced their skinAll waiting for the right timeto nail time to the wall and splatterwhatever matter it could ontowherever they did itFor not many were takers of fakerspretending to be able to stitch nineas fine as wi..</description>
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			<title>Take It Out On Something Else</title>
			<description>A Hairdryer blows hot aira flip of a switch and it is coolUnpluggedit is just a hairdryerwith no powerAnger plugs a hole that is&amp;nbsp;happiness of solemnityDisconnect brings us back&amp;nbsp;to a reality that makes us smileand reveland wallow in joyStuffing chokes and stiflesour ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/640681/</link>
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			<title>Gays Are Okay!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Gays are okaydidn't you hearBut they still sayOh Boy, they're queer!I don't knowwhat else to do'Cause it's so easy to showthey don't have a clueFear is fakeThough they won't admit itSuch an easy thing to shakeFor a macho gym no one will quitMuscles and TatsThe best ..</description>
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			<title>My Own Exorcism</title>
			<description>Would you lie to me nowas you did when your two feetcould bring you to me willingly?But the spirit feels the need tofill a void that was not filledYour presence is felt though thesight of you would fail to startlebut to pity and want to know whymy souldid not or could not matchyour..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/640611/</link>
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			<title>To Taste or Not To Taste</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Not that I carecome here nor thereBut that it's in good taste&amp;nbsp;A stare turns to a glareit's all so unfairThat it can be shot in the face&amp;nbsp;Some is clearand some is thickNot the amount that one should fearbut that it makes one sick&amp;nbsp;I heard from a little..</description>
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			<title>Burn Me Up</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Burn me upOh Child, of WhiteDon't forget to sayGood NightTuck your words&amp;nbsp;tightlyEver So RightMake sure and do it nightlyFor them to be stolenwould be a terrible sight&amp;nbsp;There is no ransomyou could payif there is no proof ofhow you playOh, continue to be a ch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/640135/</link>
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			<title>The Only Way Inside</title>
			<description>Time and time againas she came so did heafter blistering the rubber suithe added to her recepticleJoy spent and emptied up to his spinespilling into thine with the desire to germinateProcreation of a little nation of his ownunbeknownst to his engorged ego was herstrength to battle wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/639990/</link>
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			<title>The Best Part Of Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When I ate the best part of meI didn't have you in mindSo ready for my eyes to see&amp;nbsp;was the pleasure of a willing behind&amp;nbsp;Not once did I have to flip it&amp;nbsp;It wouldn't have meant a thingLike playing a cruel game of cricket&amp;nbsp;grunting for the fat lady to sing&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/639827/</link>
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			<title>Dead Is A Color Too</title>
			<description>A flame that sparksignited to maximum proportionmakes way for many who find theirown way and feed off the glow thatdirects themnever enduring the need or desire toserve as fuel themselvestirelessly the flame shines and propels othersto greatnessmultitudes of Roy G. Biv can be found..</description>
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			<title>Give Me Something That Feelings Can't Express</title>
			<description>If you give me your hand&amp;nbsp;I may not take itIf you give me your mind&amp;nbsp;I'm sure to fake itIf you lend me your voice&amp;nbsp;I may not listenIf you give me a choice&amp;nbsp;I may never glistenIf you tell me I wasn't hurt&amp;nbsp;I may lose myselfIf you tell me if was my fault&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>In Love With Blubber</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Deadly saucesapplause for the absent-mindedsense of pretenses unableto imagine the figure couldmass-produce such juvenile germsGinger provoking a cleansing savethe liquid of the hue that bubblesinside a cow-like hideGluttony weakens what&amp;nbsp;could be&amp;nbsp;carried by the se..</description>
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			<title>A Child</title>
			<description>Sing me a songof hope and joyDream me intosmilesCarry me likeI'm a little boyGuide me throughmy trialsOffer me yourwisdom and knowledgeForce me to dothe right thingIf you can see methrough collegeI believe you cando anythingAnd if my lifeshould take a turnFor bett..</description>
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			<title>Just One Kiss</title>
			<description>Just one kisson the neck or the cheekleaves me never lonelyI just can't speak&amp;nbsp;Innuendos plague my mindKeep pulling me backto youBut I'm so hard to find&amp;nbsp;Finally telling me whatyour kiss can't saySomething I can't seeNo how no way&amp;nbsp;Say it straight outSay i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/638434/</link>
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			<title>The House of Faux Pas</title>
			<description>Like miniature modelsalong with easy-bake ovensthey cooked up a life ofdainty goodness for eventhe visually impairedEveryone had their roleto playSaid was everything thatpleased everyoneAnd everyone inside waspleasedAt least that's the beliefthey held fast too strong toBlue..</description>
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			<title>Running Mates</title>
			<description>Knights of the Roundtablewere weCarrying on so gallantlyRiding fastNever lastNever thinking itwouldn't last&amp;nbsp;Secrets we sharedAs if no one caredThough hoping forthe bestJust to get some rest&amp;nbsp;No one knew the samestoryOne on onewas the gloryGrowing upAfte..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/638109/</link>
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			<title>Water in my Head</title>
			<description>She wants me hereHe wants me therejust so many timesI just don't care&amp;nbsp;Gotta do everythingWalk and Talk andhear them singHold their hands upand remind them of theirring&amp;nbsp;Who am I to beJust a backfiller butdo they seeI am really alonehelping cure their painbu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/637131/</link>
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			<title>Faeries and Demons</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some shine brighterthan even a white lighterSome are just dark andwroughtAlways seeking favorCommanding trickery of aneighborFor an infinity whichcan be bought</description>
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			<title>Then, Eternity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I did not fall in lovefor an eternityas I have yetto meet herThough life stared finallyat me and warmed thatempty echoing rented roomthat i now know ismy heartSure as there is a heavensomewhereLet me stay here and wallowin the creator's wonderfullycrafted gleefor ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/636628/</link>
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			<title>Where Are All The White Girls?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There used to be a timeit wasn't too hard to findA girl with a flatbehind&amp;nbsp;Now a daysit's toughbecause of&amp;nbsp;surgery and stuffEverybody's lost their mind&amp;nbsp;They wanna all&amp;nbsp;get a tanand stand and act like a manTo hell with lace and curlsDaddy's little gi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/636135/</link>
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			<title>Single</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;After anotheranother couple wavedfarewell with each partnerfully looking back at mehoping for an extension of my admiration for themBut as each passeda more interesting pairglanced and more than tickledmy fancyAssured that my jewels would rest violentlythough bidding ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TTBoy1/636045/</link>
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			<title>Paint Me a Darker Voice</title>
			<description>Paint me a Darker voiceand I will sing greatnessNarry be there a reasonfor a bullhornFor my presence wouldspeak volumesChic, proper inhood-like styleWelcoming security checksin x-ray fashionYou will lie to meout of fear of my growthNever will you truly know that the suburbs..</description>
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			<title>The One</title>
			<description>I am the trophy attainable by only a selectfewWhile I am the Royal Princedepending on the righthoodFeared, steered and jeeredyet absent is my father's lastnamebut his stamina is legendaryThose in remembrance of himbow below my waistas Legends and their offspringspringLord..</description>
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			<title>Moral Morale vs. Morality</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sticks on paperwords on podiumselegantly and sometimes viciouslycorrupt the faithfulDeception liesas inception pliesthrough the minds forlornedfor guidanceTo see itis to know the time is nearAnd that vision of questionablemorality can be touchedby an autographed flyer..</description>
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			<title>Oh, Dear Female Homo</title>
			<description>Oh, Dear Female Homowherefore art thoudancing for the giggolo?&amp;nbsp;Is it enough that youtwist and bendfor someone you onlycall a friend?&amp;nbsp;What is it that youhope to getfrom a pig like thatthat often throws a fit?&amp;nbsp;There can't be any moneyor love to keep you goi..</description>
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			<title>Let it Linger</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Walk by the pileand add to itWithout clearing the wayyou block&amp;nbsp;your pathAs conditions turnby odor by movementthe pile reminds you ofwhat holds importanceInstead of walking throughstepping over becomes yourway outSo much stress addedunnecessarilyTime and energy ..</description>
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			<title>Why Are You Not Healed?</title>
			<description>Did we really take the same journeyAnd had the same desire to be changeddifferently?As if I could feel my own ascension,I watched as yours remainedand your speech became envious ofmeand not of what had happened to meMy heart goes out to youFor had this intense greatness that Ifee..</description>
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			<title>Bareback</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Perfection extended anytimeEnters moist and dank areas,Narrowly empales&amp;nbsp;the less than pea-sized,Implicitly entices an inlet that&amp;nbsp;increases pleasure,Shoots out&amp;nbsp;the magical deadly potion&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Singing in My Ear</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sing opera to mein your baritone voiceWhisper patientlyif that's your choice&amp;nbsp;Touch my earwith your breathTouch me hereit'll be my death&amp;nbsp;Say all you want towithout any fearDo it as if you'resinging in my ear&amp;nbsp;Like an earthquakeyour speak shakes me..</description>
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			<title>The Writer's Block</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;She included him inside her wallsThough color-less as they weretogether they made a colorful pairIndignant yet diligent challenging each otherto remain as devastated as their inability for conception&amp;nbsp;Her inclusion into his domainshattered his expectation of herintellig..</description>
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			<title>The Bra</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;What's supported on topcan also be counted ondown belowAs woman may or may not betop heavyStill special care is given to herSo Man can hold his fruit closein one way or anotherStrapping himself in frombehind or in front can causeslippage if his crop is not worthyto be c..</description>
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			<title>Toast</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Expensive champagneless bubbles held by the stemstill foam at the top</description>
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			<title>Just Us</title>
			<description>Hold my hand and&amp;nbsp;walkwith meBefore you dance with meLet's move like we stillgot it&amp;nbsp;With your head onmy shoulderI can still feel you smileSwaying to the musicLet's stay like this awhile&amp;nbsp;If slow turns to fastI wanna still makeit lastBut you can slow dow..</description>
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			<title>The Benefit of Mockery</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Jumble my mind like youdo all the timeKnowing that I will lose sightof your mockery toward meThe shadows you hide behind thatpersecute my inner child againaffect the man that I thought Icould be with you beside meI gave you my credit which Ithought was blemished only nowt..</description>
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			<title>The Fall</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I want to collapse with youWhen we've done all that we needand want to do with each otherI want to collapse with youThough the towel we will use toclean up the prettiness we madewill not be a towel at allIt will still be a pretty towelbut it'll be just the two of usI want t..</description>
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			<title>The Wine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Bold-bodiedeven chilled, I go downwarmAs a tease, stroke me by swirling me around insidewhat keeps me floatingI am best at the color of lustand thirst to get to your edgetipping you over into intoxicationwhere then that fieldof play will be filled with coosand girgles s..</description>
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			<title>That Thing You Do</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I'd love to take you to Heavenbut should we get detouredto Hell,at least we'd be togetherDisrobed or even notthe impression of your body onmineforces me to want to see theheadboard knocking against the wallor to witness the firery thoughts exudingfrom my brainAnd the gr..</description>
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