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			<title>Flaw</title>
			<description>Mother left a mother shaped hollow,a cookie cutter, thoughthe women in my life who followedweren't made of doughand refused to followthe shape of another...to become my mother.-x-</description>
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			<title>Raking leaves</title>
			<description>My days go in raking leaves all the whileon a meadow with a steady risetowards the west where it meets a line of treesand to the east go down into the townwhose shingle roofs are covered with the leaves,some coming from well beyond a mile.The wind has risen, clouds are all about,gigantic floating pl..</description>
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			<title>I want to sleep the sleep of mossy stones</title>
			<description>I want to sleep the sleep of mossy stonesat the feet of trees.Hidden away in a corner secure deep and green.Frozen in the silent moment that comes&amp;nbsp;between spells of rain.-x-</description>
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			<title>May the forest turn up at my door</title>
			<description>May the forest turn up at my doorand come in without asking.May the shadows of the vines and leavesembroider the carpet of sunlight coming through.May it claim the space in slow and steady pace.May it embrace me, enter me and grow in me,and make of me a tree.And may I&amp;nbsp;in silencebe.-x-</description>
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			<title>Sine Nomine 1</title>
			<description>The wind blows a fine dust&amp;nbsp;of memories eroded.The moon bleeds into the lake.Even the nightbirdhas a new song to sing.The gardener waits for the leaves&amp;nbsp;to prove that the twig is still alive.The mind is a masochist sometimesand takes a knife to old wounds,digging up scar tissue.Evicting the ..</description>
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			<title>I will come back in autumn to talk about little things</title>
			<description>I will come back in autumnto talk about little thingsand look for patterns in the clouds.One day suddenly&amp;nbsp;you will find me standing beside youcounting droplets of rain on the pond.We will look for bright green puddles in the tall grassand watch the ants go about their day,we'll pluck jewel red ..</description>
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			<title>Falling Houses</title>
			<description>A poem about how old houses fall</description>
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