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		<description>The original writings of author Calliope</description>
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			<title>CLASSIFIED</title>
			<description>if i&amp;rsquo;m collapsing in on myselfsilent and brutal like a distant starwhat constellation will i break?can you stop a landslide, cheatgravity of its spoils? (cheat it of its well-deserveddestruction)categorize, neatly label, what are youfeeling, what is happening, why..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1894610/</link>
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			<title>this is the way it is </title>
			<description>She's only human, and sois he (and he), and maybe that&amp;rsquo;s all they&amp;rsquo;ll ever know for sure, however much the rest is sugar-coated and shoved down her throat. She knows he&amp;rsquo;s not hers, she's not this brand of saccharine vulnerable, and she's sorry, she knows he thought her mistakes we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1851934/</link>
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			<title>desperation's checkmate (or, a multiverse)</title>
			<description>'it's going to hurt.'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1845614/</link>
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			<title>Salt</title>
			<description>You knew there'd be a new moon out tonight.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1516549/</link>
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			<title>the future's never on time</title>
			<description>the reflection of your circuitry on my open palm paints silver shadows on the dusky skyyou taste like breaking glass (and motor oil)somewhere, I imagine a planet darkensa star gone supernova, twin suns orbiting no morewe walk the thin line between a setting sun and an off-course comet of circumstanc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1501350/</link>
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			<title>may the cold never bite (may the cold never burn)</title>
			<description>peppermint chewing gum lingers on the breath of winterchasing away the frozen stardust drifting to the earth belowspring is dead and buried, it whisperswill the cold burn you alive?may it crystallize on your fingertips torun in shivering droplets down your palmmay the north wind never take you alive..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1499990/</link>
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			<title>true deities</title>
			<description>dare I peel away the gilded mask?dare I face the mirror uncovered?close your eyes, anything tofeign ignorance (feign bliss)keep trying toimagine not knowing anythingif thought was merely myth,and ideas, our benevolent godsalas, we do not prayor give tributewe have made our own way(or perhaps we have..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1499927/</link>
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			<title>for the living</title>
			<description>cease your orbit, mercuryand gaze up at that voiddo you know what you're looking at?slip out of your skin and checkyour heartbeating still, beating fastyou are alivenow certain,breathe once, breathe fast and stare atyour lungsinflate and deflate, your ribs creaking open toinvite oxygen inyou are ali..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1497874/</link>
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			<title>inhale, exhale</title>
			<description>press of lips to cool mahoganyawait nothing more,breathlessthey only last so long as you're listening, she saidselling one of their own for a sip of satisfactionjupiter bends and breaks under our overwhelming gravityand we are the center of the universe once againonce again, a candle lit in voidvoid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1497867/</link>
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			<title>the meaning of control</title>
			<description>lend me your earsgive me your wordsand while we're at it,let me borrow your sighthands stuck firmly at your sideslet me teach youthe meaningof sensory deprivationof shuttered perspectiveperception to a faultsee no evilhear no evilspeak no evilwhat's left? turn the page</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1497809/</link>
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			<title>(every time is) summertime</title>
			<description>i'm sold on the middle of summerand the branches of you and methe smoky fog, the moonlit dawncut a steady pace to walk alongthey said we quit too earlythat there were still kids to be hada streetlight flickers outyou hold my hand, and i listen closely for thesound of a curtain cue(never too late to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1497772/</link>
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			<title>don't go home</title>
			<description>are you home?the clocks don't work, you tell merip them open at the seams and stuff the circuitrystitch by stitch bend time to his willit is another employee, nothing more.cough delicately and remind me of my placea scarlet jack-o-lantern peers through hooded eyes and reveals me to the world, still ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1496296/</link>
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			<title>sleep well, dear city</title>
			<description>Text on glowingwhite cannot convey the simple thrill ofterror dashing down the spineOf a well-wornnovel, caked with dustBreathe, and knowthat you are.Sleep well tillsunrise, when paper-thin arms fail to steady your gaze and the carefullyconstructed house of cards is blown..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1496291/</link>
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			<title>thank you for the percussion</title>
			<description>you hear whispers.they murmur warnings in the dead of night,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; hiss ugly words from the shadows of doorways,breathe astonishment to the empty air.you wish they'd stop, and go on your way.you hear voices.louder, they plead you not to pass them by,	cajole you into looking over your s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1384018/</link>
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			<title>she smiled</title>
			<description>it was one of those days where nothing makes sense,	not even the rain pouring against&amp;nbsp;		the chimney.smoke from the kitchen wafted through the open bedroom door,singing louder than the kettle,&amp;nbsp;already boiled over.it told her to wake up.(she didn't listen)flames made their hungry way closer,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flightyBroad/1382554/</link>
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