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			<title>zodiac misfired.....</title>
			<description>impeccable artwork&amp;nbsp;splayed red angerdiffused dangerouslyimminent explosiontake down your temperice it in silencespread changedraw conclusionsinherent hastefind tranquility&amp;nbsp;in people placesabstract soliloquyethereal furnacesplit skin&amp;nbsp; burnt momentswanderer wakingin a strange placestars..</description>
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			<title>250 miles to somewhere....</title>
			<description>racing with the heartbeatalong the black striped roadpumping pedals, dreamingentrances exits lanes bylanestiming out and inthinking cap onmusic keeping pacei am homehere in the small citycoffee smells like coffeepeople smile like peopletrees look greenerthe church stands outlakes glisten with shiver..</description>
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			<title>blue tone tongue</title>
			<description>mangled jangled in the space of racehe looked purple shadowed with wide eyesand wonderunafraid of escape hestill stayed locked in a love affairneed and greedlust and busttime ticked painlesslywrinkles grew richobscurity havenuntil at last&amp;nbsp;a resurrection.Now he creates artand happinessriding int..</description>
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			<title>hey you, what your doin' here?</title>
			<description>aint got no home?watz wit der smokey ayesaint got no famlyno roof?wur you goin, bro?i aint got no dollano mo pahwuhno mommason gone stoopiddotter freakin outin der goodim broke and dun fergotta a spare coin?i can singfrom me soul. yeah&amp;copy;&amp;nbsp;Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,&amp;nbsp;10 days ago</description>
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			<title>Siren and siren</title>
			<description>my soul was black hanging on a graffitti fencedown by the corner streetwhere crack and needles punctuated the alleywaywith no hope.brother hid from brotherand sisters wore mini mini mini skirtsto draw the danger from the honking carsinto the pool of light cast by the one survivingbulbon a lamp post ..</description>
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			<title>Steeplechase</title>
			<description>Foundations managed by slow ascentto reasons seekingsolace in the upper spaces of the mindsreckoning.I surrender to the pulldrawing me into territoriesgateways to untold storiespalaces built on crystal dreamswe search for meanings not decipheredyet remain locked in a hazeof old rituals, escape impos..</description>
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			<title>Chester</title>
			<description>Chester knew his mistressthe one with the copper burnished fingersand slow delicate smile, longing eyes,soft skin and smell like violets in&amp;nbsp;sizzling summer heat.He&amp;nbsp; curled up in his cardboard boxand kept his ears open to all soundsaround the pool and tableaware but asleepCall his name and ..</description>
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			<title>the monastery</title>
			<description>nuns floated on serene slabs of silencelike penguins of patiencewaiting for the summer of noise and nuisanceto batter the&amp;nbsp; baptismal vowof tranquility.i was alone heremy sins magnified and enormous againstthe leadlight windows and bare wallslight streaming rainbows of meaningthrough the high al..</description>
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			<title>Thirty then...</title>
			<description>Going astray was easy in those heady daysrocked by Woodstock and groupieslazing in the limelight of nothingnessI felt liberated from cagey traditionsand floated free in beads and baublesunkempt, unwise and soaked in sin and sex.That's when I met the Master himselfat a midnight rendezvous in a quiet ..</description>
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			<title>Digitheism 5</title>
			<description>life on a desktopwound in cables&amp;nbsp;chased by errant miceunreasoning keyboardsfollow my grammatical errorsdramatic mirrorsthat reflect shiningon a faceless society.where are the gentlementhat doff hatswish the world good weather forecastsand carry singe rosesclasped by pearly white teeth?not possi..</description>
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			<title>Digitheism 3</title>
			<description>nestled in the fist of furyfollowers following followersmachine numbers generated&amp;nbsp;to the size of egosthe devils henchman lurkssaturated by cryptic codedestruction embedded&amp;nbsp;in his fused brainwaitingto puncture your alteregoand spill your conscienceinto a crucible of sacrificeson the altar o..</description>
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			<title>Dark Shadow</title>
			<description>hidden in the eyelashessilk and silicone implantsweeds grew in abundanceweedkiller did not worknor did steam cleaning. washingdown everthe lies surfacedthrough soft tissue faceand the eyes of glass glitteredin abject rage.donei was by the justice systemseeking solace in its open armswinners walk awa..</description>
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			<title>the last supper</title>
			<description>Break bread&amp;nbsp;as woodset the table in symmetryserve wine in decanterssit, prayeat to rememberthe ark of the covenantkingdoms in biblical timesunscathed testimoniestime tested ritualsfollow throughto eternityforty days of flooded alcoholic nightsblind stuporfall in lovedie slowly.is there a kingdo..</description>
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			<title>bloodsuckers</title>
			<description>22%. take it or leave itwanna&amp;nbsp; car?payback is on the 10th of every monthwtf is this identity?is this you man?you look drawn with charcoal angerblack as sin, beady eyed.go awaytake the moneyi'll come around on 9thjust to remind you to pay next daynow leavecustomers are waiting.these losers&amp;copy;..</description>
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			<title>Digitheism 6</title>
			<description>The numbers generate ecstasyeven as the cliff hangers succumbto decipher the drop from high citadelsto lower domainsmagic numbers that evolveand translate into feedback feedforwardthe impulse designates timefollows through to understandingsocial mediaROI? whats thatinnocence offeredfor momentary mee..</description>
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			<title>Mediocre</title>
			<description>There were these poemshashed together in hasteinsipid limp and lifelessdevoid of dare, unable to stir the mindinto frenzied ecstasyno sparkle no lustreno meaning to extract.daily fluffThey were enjoyable toodirty linen on a laundry lineunpegged and nonrhythmicunmetaphoric, unnamedfirst linershomeles..</description>
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			<title>Miss Understanding</title>
			<description>Once in&amp;nbsp; a whileyour countenance collapsesinto laughtereven as the insults bully youinto submissionbut no you will not take paintreat it as a private crucifixionyour cross seems unheavyyour burden blessedMiss UnderstandingAuthor NotesA play on the word Understanding. Bullying is a no-no yet the..</description>
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			<title>Broken Code</title>
			<description>the genius mind trapped in a useless bodygrew suspicious of growth around himand he descended into a rat hole-keyboardat the ready, about to stamp his signature tunesinto all the world's PCs. He did.They scrambled to find this broken codefound a rat trapped in a dark underground cageof inhibitions. ..</description>
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			<title>The Ballad of Balancing Acts.</title>
			<description>Buried in the birchwood camps where wood rotand leaves trace many summers of beingLies the old skeletal remains of a frisky deerSilently sleeping eyes, glazed and stricken tonguehanging out of of lucid mouthpellet covered with heart muscle and frozen sinewsHunter ravaging the forest for fresh meatst..</description>
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			<title>Digitheism 4</title>
			<description>bend blend&amp;nbsp; ispsdollar dogs sellingdots and dashesswollen checksmoving techmanaging bytes&amp;nbsp;bits of signalscaptivating conscienceinsufferable desirefleece skin off boneburst in the turbo jangleof just reasonwheres the worldfacebook fallacythe twitter tornadolinkedin longingcommunication digd..</description>
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			<title>Castaway</title>
			<description>on this sea of social turbulenceskin dictatesthe price of the ticketrotating rainbows-no more whitesred is distinctblack is forbidden fruitcast into the ghettos of the decaying mindbanished from the beauty of eden. why?we all came from a pinpoint in evolutionin clusters we migrated&amp;nbsp;to the corne..</description>
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			<title>Your honor......</title>
			<description>this was it, the sideways glace with criminal intenttax dodger, millionaire with&amp;nbsp; make-upslyly fleecing sheep off poor citizens backsliving within wind and rage on a mountain top retreatglass chandeliers, wool carpets,&amp;nbsp; ivory wall hangingssmoking cubans, smirking has-beens'who are they but..</description>
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			<title>slipstream</title>
			<description>particle flight within sightmovement in motion delightthe faster you go the greater the tractionthe broader the frontinstant reaction.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;no world is safe in heavens gatenothing is conquered so latetry as you might&amp;nbsp; its always alrightpace out a lifetime-take flightwh..</description>
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			<title>latenight</title>
			<description>The setting sun has a wayof creeping up on youwith cherry red coloured dreamsnights as naughty as little gnomesflitting about in escapadesof soft silk lusts.Once the night embraces youwith its cloak of starsvelvet summer lazinessand tomorrows never thereits time to take the fullness of todayinto the..</description>
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			<title>Subjective</title>
			<description>splendid voiceschoiceswhat we do delves deepinto our mystical selvesregurgitatehopewhats in a poemif not experiencefragments of a poets mindin some structure.we write because the barrageof words embracing visualsis ceaseless.experimentwith power.posture in metaphorsand allsortsof devicesuntil satiat..</description>
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			<title>doubt</title>
			<description>is that hemlock with your wordsnumb and nice wisdom demolishedone sipgone into Hadeswhere flatlines collectirrespective of&amp;nbsp; consequence.is that your tailbehind my backchecking out my misdemeanorscollecting the wild oatsthat I sowedin silicon valleys?don't mistrust mei paid the price of hellto b..</description>
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			<title>Velvet Vice &amp; Voices</title>
			<description>Dust gathersinsipid dreamswe return to atomswhat is in it after alldeath or lifewounded memoriessplayed brokenwe write becauseunburdening happenswonder what social mediadoes to the facade we buildcosmetic bridgesimaginary castlesimpregnable fortressescapillaries to the heartblocked channelsvoices of..</description>
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			<title>Moulded as One...</title>
			<description>All it takes is two words spoken with eyes of wonderfinding its way to the sublime.How only some could understand the vastnessof its poetic meanings -is amazingYet it spins whirlpools of countless wordsthat silk and sing in wondrous unisonmaking sense of itself all the time.Such is love, the look as..</description>
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			<title>Keyboard</title>
			<description>just as delicate as piano keys making musicthe black plastic ticklesthe whites embossedsomething lit up like Christmas treesjoyous in their dutiesthe keyboard strokes dictatewhat our fingers cannot dowe are trapped in this entouragesending, receiving, erasing dataflows like -like little lava streams..</description>
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			<title>Advice</title>
			<description>Swing on the wild side if you must&amp;nbsp;Mingle with masters,&amp;nbsp; pare down your craftLet not the magic in you, wrinkle&amp;nbsp; or rustApply and polish&amp;nbsp; that draft!Learn what it is to shape your styleFollow your dreams to completionTake in those experiences, stay for awhileWriting is never -exha..</description>
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			<title>The Lodestar</title>
			<description>Charms&amp;nbsp; present itself as attributesin cloak and dagger, blood still drippingwith the last kill envious hate, insidious&amp;nbsp;beasts, burdened by the bronze cultureimpervious to the shallow golden calfshrouded in the sinister guiseof compassion.Why do the radicals look&amp;nbsp;up to the sky&amp;nbsp; p..</description>
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			<title>subjugation</title>
			<description>compressed into tight tinglesescape impossibleboundaries highsold into solitudestay anchored to hopechange no directiontigress locked in a cagestill a tigressunchangeable attributeslife sucked away&amp;nbsp;in solacebreak free from bondagefight snarl escapedon't turn backlook beyond the mirrortake no re..</description>
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			<title>Chance</title>
			<description>the eye seesmathematics-coordinates computedchance takes over38-24-36that's me -a voyeurseeking shape in all its formsflesh and bone structuresalt swamps silicon valleysthe lapping of tongueswith no specific languagejust a flickerits worth it all.are you done, darling?forever is where i've just arri..</description>
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			<title>Jammin'</title>
			<description>musical walls of throbbingmeaningmakeshift footstepsescaping tendonslashing tonguesnotes of splendoursucked in my trombone-chillswhats the wizardryin those piano fingersbelting bluesrainbow ecstasiesoozing sexual gyrationsthree minute orgasmssplitting night into sliversfor tomorrows takingslets danc..</description>
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			<title>The Partnership</title>
			<description>We did not ask for agreements or signatureseven a due diligence, check out each others&amp;nbsp;entrails, internet outcomes, criminal recordssocial security numbersmarriage licenses, children's ages, moleson our mountains of doubteven a fingerprint on a bare breastphone numbers, mates and mistressesdrin..</description>
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			<title>Driftwood</title>
			<description>Bruised and beaten in the salt swamped oceansburnt to crackled skin, unbarked, floatinghighways in the waters racing, warmblanket of currents, tossed in the tideof reaching places, far off shoresinfested by man -eating sharkspiranha fish,&amp;nbsp; electric eels, the boat of miseryfinds its channel to f..</description>
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			<title>These things you must know</title>
			<description>Each of the little words you wroteplaced in a prefect location clingingembracing, drawing other words ininto a glowing hug-were importantto keep this bridge between uspermanently reaching out&amp;nbsp;to each other.You must know that morning rosesand evening perfumes were kissedby your complete tenderne..</description>
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			<title>Winged fantasy</title>
			<description>As delicate as doom the imagination fluttersin a closed space where strange alienshobbits and men with muscular womeninhabit caves with endless tunnelstravelling from one end to the other.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Stop I must in this vaporous realmunable to struggle free, trappedWho am I that waits for the eterna..</description>
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			<title>Seedless</title>
			<description>Doctored in genetic cauldronsfor wine seeking solace in perfectionengineered tactfully within testtubesof formulaeextracted and compressed&amp;nbsp;its testicles removedthe grape rendered impotent.how strange&amp;nbsp;that we surgically implantand speak to inner workingsto consumerise&amp;nbsp;everything we nee..</description>
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			<title>Slogan</title>
			<description>On the highways of utopiastretching pleasure to peopleinsane with passions pagesI rolled along on tyrestrundling down mountains and valleyssalt swamps, honey mustard nightspumping iron clad nozzlesenergetic bursts of orgasmscountless stopoversunburst wheelsmechanical breakdowns of the mindsmetaphors..</description>
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			<title>afterlife</title>
			<description>We are but streams of atomssaturated with strange beliefsrituals and rants, circuses of&amp;nbsp; meaningless blatheryet we follow trodden footpathsto the same endonce gone, gone for good.all the crap that comes with afterlifeall the books and mementos gone too'gone for good'so this is lifelive it in ab..</description>
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			<title>Diary Notes....</title>
			<description>The night closes down its comfort zone&amp;nbsp;drowning in the dusk of musk scented sleepalone with wild energies seeking solacein strange arms, unknown banteras we leave behind the dancing daybusy footsteps in a race to finish at fiveheading home, the day trails behind&amp;nbsp;heavy footsteps locked insi..</description>
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			<title>silhouette</title>
			<description>In the bowl where beauty liesenriching its in its glowremains an enigma that drivesdeep shadows to the surfacewe don't see everything we wantto see or show , analyse, own or disownwe may fail to seek all the answersa torrid past, a broken hearta blistered and bruised egosomething fragile, festering ..</description>
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			<title>Sensory Overload</title>
			<description>It was, after all, an internet rose,&amp;nbsp;selected from google images,carefully placed in a pool of succulent wordsvanilla bean and gooey smoothnessbordered with delicate lace on the pagesa small bleeding heart stapled&amp;nbsp;to the top of the pageBut oh! how she loved its beauty.She smelt the heady a..</description>
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			<title>Diamonds in the dustbowl.</title>
			<description>Im done and dustedpacked away in a shoeboxof transparent memorieswhat was last night about?delicate dreams in filigree flightcrisp as lettucecrunchy to the coreyet adding that joie-de-vivreto the seduction of sensesI'm truly done and dustedas I stagger into todaysescapades of poetic fancyunable to f..</description>
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			<title>The temple</title>
			<description>Walls of reinforced steel&amp;nbsp;reserve, packed highwith political ambitionsthe steps leading upinto the night sky of diamonds,for prayers from the pulpit of&amp;nbsp; doomto those huddled below in the basementchants and incense sticksthe temple stood imposingupon every worshipers fear.She was more than ..</description>
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			<title>The Corridor</title>
			<description>As deep and rounded as the entranceto a vast cave receding into emptinessof the minds magic, the corridor stalked,stalked the living and the lost with its presenceswerving into the undergrowth wheredemons existed with magic potionsand mystical visions of an unknown hellsurrendered, we, to its viciss..</description>
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			<title>Water to Wine?</title>
			<description>The alleyway was dark and dustyplastic wrappers clinging to cornersof depression , escape trapped by wind shiftsswirling in the tunnels of hope,desperate drips from broken pipesbeating a soulful click, clickbreaking into puddles of slime.He lay there motionlessunmoved by the activity around himdevoi..</description>
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			<title>Shadow</title>
			<description>Does stillness echo in the heart of quietness?Beating rhythmically churning old memoriesInto new shapes of pain, soundlessly stealing timeWriting its wrinkles under big broad smiles.I miss you moreafter&amp;nbsp; you left.Your shadow still lingers in the light of my dayYour words bounce off the wallsOf ..</description>
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			<title>Web</title>
			<description>filigree fibresnetworks neuronssplitting hairspumping digital maniacsacross countless spheresconnecting wise and wantonsplit second messagingwe live in the eternityof&amp;nbsp; answerswe have forgotten how to sharpen pencilsfold papercommunicateface to faceall inwardswe create islands of lonelinessthe m..</description>
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