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		<description>The original writings of author Reflexion</description>
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			<title>My Mother</title>
			<description>My Mother&amp;nbsp;The faith of a gladiator Locked tightly Inside the most delicate frame&amp;nbsp;Always &amp;nbsp;Holding the pieces together With the strength of God&amp;rsquo;s name&amp;nbsp;Sensitive and Nurturing But Please don&amp;rsquo;t misunderstand That..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1681325/</link>
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			<title>I Am A Refugee.... And So Are You</title>
			<description>I Am A Refugee&amp;hellip; And So Are You &amp;nbsp;I am pretty sure I would rather be a refugeeThan a republican Or even a democrat for that matter&amp;nbsp;Being forced into a corner requires great effort To overcome &amp;nbsp;But on the way you get to play witness To some ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1681321/</link>
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			<title>Breathes and Cries</title>
			<description>Breathes and Cries&amp;nbsp;Today I walked deep in to lower WackerAttempting To deliver a piece of thankfulnessTo the crust of our lives Who have been forced to hide In a lonely spot Where only the cold residesThe cold pavement and The cold skies Passing s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1681318/</link>
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			<title>Expand, Radiate, Dissolve, Reflect</title>
			<description>Expand, Radiate, Dissolve, Reflect&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Expand and radiate lightThenDissolve and reflectAsThe day turns to night&amp;nbsp;Rest your soul Or Maybe lose control&amp;nbsp;Then re-group and conspire &amp;nbsp;Wake &amp;nbsp;Turn the heat a little..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1671049/</link>
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			<title>The Final Say</title>
			<description>The Final Say&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It has taken me 42 years ToFinally blend the strengthsof My parentsInto a new entity&amp;nbsp;Somehow I have begun to embrace my Personal lonelinessAnd Replaced it with a realconnection To everything and everyone&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1669283/</link>
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			<title>The Balloon Factory</title>
			<description>The Balloon Factory&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The balloon factory Is A comfortable place to work&amp;nbsp;Unless&amp;nbsp;Someone decides to bring a pin to work&amp;nbsp;Then &amp;nbsp;Chaos ensues and disrupts the norm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Millions of employeesSocialized ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1665246/</link>
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			<title>The Soft Parade</title>
			<description>The Soft Parade&amp;nbsp;As I navigate the crowdAt the Soft Parade&amp;nbsp;I avoid the sunlight And Choose the shade &amp;nbsp;In a contradictory way The shade has Taken over the day While The sunlight is trapped In the past &amp;nbsp;Juxtaposed o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1662816/</link>
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			<title>Sleepy Thoughts</title>
			<description>Sleepy Thoughts&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sleepythoughts and dreamless reverieConspireto inspireFieldsand streams that teem withHopeand life&amp;nbsp;Caressingwild-eyed loveInhands Thatfill with the tears Ofmartyrs and saints&amp;nbsp;Sleepythoughts..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1662735/</link>
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			<title>Most People...</title>
			<description>Most peopleDon&amp;rsquo;t know what they already haveSoThey discard it through vanityThen they &amp;ldquo;Act&amp;rdquo; really sad&amp;nbsp;Most people Work hard to fit in So They reap what they&amp;rsquo;ve sewnWhenNobody notices them&amp;nbsp;Most people Love goin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1655881/</link>
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			<title>May 10, 1973</title>
			<description>The significance of 10:&amp;nbsp;A point OfConversion&amp;nbsp;When people realize&amp;nbsp;THEY ARE&amp;nbsp;Upright beings&amp;nbsp;A symbol of wholeness&amp;nbsp;The pillar and The circle &amp;nbsp;The combination of ALL THINGSMasculine and Feminine..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1655798/</link>
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			<title>A Different Name</title>
			<description>My biggest fearTodayIs getting comfortable Inside my lifeAll the drive Toward more Has introduced me to a personI like&amp;nbsp;Am I willing to sacrifice This lifeOf fulfillment and growthTo becomeSomeone different whenSomeone different has Fai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1655494/</link>
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			<title>Incipient</title>
			<description>Her eyesDrawn to meDriftThrough meAnd warm my spine&amp;nbsp;Bodies Move closer looking To find&amp;nbsp;Perfection in the momentNot What&amp;rsquo;s ahead? OrWhat&amp;rsquo;s behind?&amp;nbsp;Anatomy intertwined But Anatomy&amp;rsquo;s unable to confi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1655363/</link>
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			<title>An April Afternoon</title>
			<description>Some things, when lost, areimpossible To retrieveYou can clear your head, lookBut the picture is never thesame&amp;nbsp;You can see through theartifice and It&amp;rsquo;s magicShrugging off its spellwithout Effort&amp;nbsp;Maybe some things are betterwhenThe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1655308/</link>
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			<title>Back the F**k up</title>
			<description>She moves in smiles thatInspireConnection&amp;nbsp;She is unconscious of her power&amp;nbsp;So much love and sensitivityInsideThe lines she writes&amp;nbsp;She is the poet and the muse&amp;nbsp;So please do not confuseHer misunderstandingOf thisWith someth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1655306/</link>
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			<title>her First real memory</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Your Mom is an addict, she was too selfishto give you up, but I can&amp;rsquo;t take it anymore.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;This was her first real memory&amp;nbsp;She was three &amp;nbsp;After that,&amp;nbsp;There was kindergarten,T-Ball,And A new man around the hous..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1652242/</link>
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			<title>the only thing that's certain</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s hard to imagine it any other wayIt seemed natural as we sat around the table todayShe just sat talking as we watched the kids playYes, it&amp;rsquo;s hard to imagine it any other way&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s hard to remember that just the other dayWhen we saw her we didn&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1651840/</link>
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			<title>I Am</title>
			<description>I am part of the sky;My mind was created byThe sea&amp;nbsp;Flesh and bone borrowed fromThe earthWords and thoughts siblings ofThe wind&amp;nbsp;I am the stream;Leading into deeper, stronger CurrentsBecoming one with the Past, present, and future&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevinm/1651766/</link>
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			<title>Soldier of Possibility</title>
			<description>The man I used to beLurks in the shadowsYou see&amp;nbsp;While the man I want to beWalks too far in frontOf me&amp;nbsp;So presently A battle continuesMetaphysically &amp;nbsp;Battling the demonOf Entropy&amp;nbsp;A battle of wills you seeTakes pla..</description>
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