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			<title>A Sun Dog at Midnight</title>
			<description>STREETLIGHTS like dim yellow supernovasI make my way across the black asphaltpadding like a stray dog across the pitch stage.The people think I'm rabid. I'm just apprehensive, a bit hostile.Captivity does that.There's a bravado, and when it starts out spreads like a fever. There's a de..</description>
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			<title>Equalizer</title>
			<description>from the perspective of an officer, on the hunt</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1664421/</link>
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			<title>Sea-Longing</title>
			<description>about a girl in the past</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1664405/</link>
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			<title>Existence</title>
			<description>musings</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1640056/</link>
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			<title>Possession of Nuclear Weapons is Immoral</title>
			<description>And with that one small act,								that bright arc of light,the clouds and the grass and the dirtforgot my very name, I was erasedand unshackled from memory's prison.I was able to start over.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1638980/</link>
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			<title>The Letter</title>
			<description>I wrote a letter to myself, from the past.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1637502/</link>
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			<title>Writer's Bloc</title>
			<description>my first poem; written on a somber new year's eve</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1637497/</link>
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			<title>Foliage &amp; Fauna</title>
			<description>a fictionalized quote i wrote</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1637262/</link>
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			<title>Newton's Law</title>
			<description>One of my first attempts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1634194/</link>
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			<title>Heat</title>
			<description>It was hot outside</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icecoldrosegold/1606523/</link>
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			<title>Over the Hill</title>
			<description>from the perspective of an aged man looking in the mirror; his musings have an air of finality </description>
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