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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>His only Mother 	   pounded on his only Father's back,her curled fists grasping like a gasping newborn          starving baby boybeing smothered blueby the weary	clenched hands of an agingcaregiver, who couldn't bare 	      to hear any moreof the child'swhimpers; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myrcei/811208/</link>
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			<title>Leave</title>
			<description>You will learn how to lovethe terror that falling leaves with you. You will learn to forgetthe dreams that shake you in the middle of midnight.When you wait on the rainy parkbench and no one joins you,your ears will no longer hear theleaves crunching in the fall..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myrcei/811206/</link>
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			<title>Paper Cranes</title>
			<description>Complicated,like our hair tangled wild on mornings when rain clatterslouder than bulletsthat ricochet every which way,except where we lay .&amp;nbsp;We werebeautiful like my cryingWhen you hushed and whispered mequiet&amp;nbsp;We&amp;rsquo;re ugly like jagging edges,crack..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myrcei/811203/</link>
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			<title>Wishes</title>
			<description>The interesting thing about this dark poem is that initially this was supposed to be the opening scene for a novel I was tinkering with. But then I decided that it worked better as a poem. :D </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myrcei/746845/</link>
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			<title>Lies</title>
			<description>It is in the nature of the lies we speak. Falling into murky liquid pools.Permanence of the deception at its peak.Deaf to the silence, which was amended with a creak.Yet again proven to be true stammering fools.It is in the nature of the lies we speak.Hushing them never, breathing poison on her chee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myrcei/593700/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful</title>
			<description>Beautiful.Look.It&amp;rsquo;s over there.I pointTo show you.Because you don&amp;rsquo;t seem to see.Now I laugh.You really don&amp;rsquo;t see.I shake my headSide to sideAnd I say.You must close your eyes.You must breathe.You must Listen.You must LoveIf only for just&amp;hellip;For just becauseHere.I sit alone some..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myrcei/593671/</link>
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			<title>Thank You.</title>
			<description>With my head hung low And my fingers stretching forwardI was begging the world to take me.Not understanding the sudden change in speedI gripped onto the closest sleeve.Hoping for comfortAnd praying for support.But that bridge, seeping with rosesand layered only with the sweetest aromasturned out to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Myrcei/593670/</link>
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			<title>Tasting the Air</title>
			<description>Tasting the air with my tongue.I stood right here when I lost someone.So long ago, but it smells just the same.Wading through depths while I sung.Hoping you&amp;rsquo;d hear I felt afraid and alone.So wrong I was, supposing you called me by name.Hanging on lines I was wrung.Into a tangle of what I&amp;rsquo..</description>
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