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		<description>The original writings of author aeo</description>
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			<title>self-absorbed</title>
			<description>sponge imagery to describe what it means to be self absorbed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/580331/</link>
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			<title>lit</title>
			<description>the 'l' sounds of a new man.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576089/</link>
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			<title>smoke down, window electric</title>
			<description>caught words of the beastie boys' &quot;root down&quot;, accompanied by every 2nd word of a conversation about whether or not and how i would please like a margarita, happening, the same time.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576088/</link>
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			<title>emily</title>
			<description>must pay respect to my first experienced poet, emily dickinson. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576087/</link>
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			<title>away bucolics open</title>
			<description>every third word of a conversation in workshop about another completely unsuccessful poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576085/</link>
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			<title>dear</title>
			<description>a diatribe written immediately upon waking from a dream, immediately after falling asleep after being immediately abandoned.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576080/</link>
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			<title>request from the left</title>
			<description>a pathetic plea from the left.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576079/</link>
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			<title>hands capable</title>
			<description>reflection on a moment with phones and hands as guiding and separating images.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576077/</link>
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			<title>alotted</title>
			<description>experiment with breaking words as lines, as hearts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576076/</link>
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			<title>heart</title>
			<description>a prose poem of personal images between writer and an ex-muse.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aelisabetholson/576073/</link>
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