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			<title>i choose salty air</title>
			<description>Reflecting on Life while trying to catch my reflection in wild, wavy westcoast waters.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmischief/2784870/</link>
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			<title>Monologues</title>
			<description>A reminder, a cautionary tale, a slap in the face, a wake up call.</description>
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			<title>Thursday Morning</title>
			<description>this poem is still under construction. but i think i just might have something here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmischief/1479138/</link>
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			<title>The Shortest Talk</title>
			<description>In the Summers heatYou dressed in black for me.Your unwashed hairLet me know you cared.Your sweat:Poisoned me,Enchanted me!The shortest talkI can firmly recallStarted at your Lips,toiling over our truth...I oweEverything to you.Your tongue:Murderer ofThinking ive known ..</description>
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			<title>Midnights When I Talk To You</title>
			<description>Gardens of hardwood flooringlit up by a fireplace in my imaginationlittered, littered so dramaticallywith strewn roses, bushes and all...such reds and greensall brutally muddled upand mixed and all as oneafter all.and iand youa million miles away.On&amp;nbsp;through this gardenwe waltz dressed in the bl..</description>
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			<title>Your Skeletal Grace</title>
			<description>We shakeAnd shake our petty bone rattlesAs we stumbleAnd make our way out ofOur home turf,Our headstone lined garden.Begging you to ignore all the chatterAs i adorn your skeletal graceWith the sheerest of violet lace.Out through those familiar iron gatesAnd onto the paved confusion ofCountless roads..</description>
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			<title>From Such A Distance</title>
			<description>Be here now, but the right sound, the right smell- takes you right back to where you've been running from.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apoetsmischief/1405621/</link>
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			<title>Blue Cadillac Twilights</title>
			<description>An ode to what shouldnt have been, and what continues to notbe.</description>
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