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			<title>Blurring Street Lamps</title>
			<description>My first attempt at poetry with a rhyme scheme that actually came out good in my opinion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1816293/</link>
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			<title>Contention</title>
			<description>Rain drops trailing their way down my window losing their wayseamlessly crossing paths and making the dire situation biggeryou seemed to be aware to of our impeding dilemma at handbut you end up being a part of the problem&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1540738/</link>
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			<title>Hydrogen Cycle  </title>
			<description>A million drop of water in this sea filled with pollutiontimes like these make me so happy to have found you in my state of confusion&amp;nbsp;convinced I'll be my own final solution&amp;nbsp;yet glad to have found someone who will be present till my conclusion&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1540734/</link>
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			<title>Muse</title>
			<description>I need to escape I need to find a way Few people actually know&amp;nbsp;what it feels like to truly feel &quot;trapped&quot; in this &quot;gift of life&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1525990/</link>
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			<title>Xeno</title>
			<description>The clouds circles overhead as crows paintedthe lavender-orange scene. Reality seemedto drop on top of me as falling down fromthe heavens and soaking it's immense weight&amp;nbsp;on my soul, flooding my heart with it's&amp;nbsp;harsh truth. It spoke&quot;I am alone.&quot;All alone because the only person wholoved me ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1525967/</link>
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			<title>Monolouge of a Bored Man </title>
			<description>This entry begins on a warm morning filled with over priced pasta, gooey meatball subs and the news of a family friend having his fat head stomped on. I take in a deep breath and think &quot;Man.. what the f**k am I doing with my life.&quot; I take a sip of hot tea that my endearing friend prepared for me as ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1496658/</link>
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			<title>Delusional Youth</title>
			<description>&quot;There's no meaning to&amp;nbsp;the vanished everyday in my dreams&amp;nbsp;that I was repeating.&quot;&amp;nbsp;You say such wonderful things.&amp;nbsp;You're also, yes,&amp;nbsp;&quot;in love with non-reality.&quot;&amp;nbsp;You say it with your fingers,&amp;nbsp;despite saying nothing with your mouth.You feel something connecting you&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1425813/</link>
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			<title>Eyes Can be Opened</title>
			<description>Thinking for yourself...Not Turning your back...&amp;nbsp;Accepting the inevitable...All things eventually come to an end...Every living thing will one day disappear...Only by accepting this can we discover what we truly want...What the meaning of their lives will really be...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1410345/</link>
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			<title>Hearts Drained of Blood</title>
			<description>I'll leave that to you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1410246/</link>
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			<title>Let Me Lay Here Gently</title>
			<description>This is actually meant to be song lyrics I want to work on eventually..... If that ever happens.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1402749/</link>
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			<title>Periodic Table of Hysteria </title>
			<description>Hey guys, the first paragraph is merely an intro to the piece and it &quot;truly&quot; starts at the second. Enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1402733/</link>
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			<title>Summer Night</title>
			<description>This is just a sample of what I'm working on, want to hear some feedback on it. Would be super helpful. Thanks</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1387455/</link>
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			<title>I love you</title>
			<description>You say I wouldn't knowBut that couldn't be much farther than the truthI've fallen for things I could never notice in a person beforeI admire your imperfections as much as your attributesYour temper turns me onYour boldness lights up my soulYou have the ability to move on wards, Regard..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1380199/</link>
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			<title>A Dream Within a Dream</title>
			<description>The face of an angel,An angel plauged by deathThe irony couldn't get much better. Yet her very existance is something to marvel and admire. I'm sure she had more important matters to deal with, Yet she pushed me on when my doubts were high. Embraced me when my spirits came low, along w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1373050/</link>
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			<title>As my room gets darker</title>
			<description>As my room gets darker,&amp;nbsp;So do my thoughts.Was I really made from some GodAnd brought up from dust?What is the spirit?Who am I really?Am I what I see in the mirror,Or something different?I often ponder the relationship between&amp;nbsp;Love and lust,And I wonder much deeperIts relationship to us.Can..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mickzero/1371389/</link>
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