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			<title>Blood Diamond</title>
			<description>  I circle back to you      continually  Back to the rough-edged       hole in the earth   agape and still raw  left raped and rendered.   The once fresh, moist earth  lying in clumps around         the deep chasmwhere we found the blood diamond.   Our blood is in that dirt...</description>
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			<title>Chambered Nautilus</title>
			<description>love and loss</description>
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			<title>Sea Serpent</title>
			<description>The way the sea rolls in, you can see debt and redemptionwithin every wave.Every change is an assertion that there is no change.It holds happy childhood memories, death, and those of first lovetightly within its coils. This is where my soul was born. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamiereneeangel/1359916/</link>
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			<title>summer</title>
			<description>We thought they that matteredtasted nothing less thanwarm, soft sky.Over idea I breathe. My rhythm flows. None can storm our circle.</description>
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