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			<title>Geronimo</title>
			<description>I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.

-Geronimo</description>
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			<title>Perfect</title>
			<description>&quot;And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.&amp;rdquo;

-Raymond Carver, Late Fragment</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1659359/</link>
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			<title>A Odd Evil</title>
			<description>How do you speak so beautifullyThen turn and hit so brutallyNot with your fist, but with your lipsLike a dark and poisoned eulogyYou were no idiot, that was rightBut age has not done well for your sightYou bashed your head cracked your ribsYet your skull is thick and full of spiteYou know not what y..</description>
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			<title>Restart</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Did you really want to die?&quot;
&quot;No one commits suicide because they want to die.&quot;
&quot;Then why do they do it?&quot;
&quot;Because they want to stop the pain.&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;#8213; Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star</description>
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			<title>Derision</title>
			<description>&quot;Lying is the most fun a girl can have, without taking her clothes off.&quot;
Panic! @ the Disco</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1658441/</link>
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			<title>Gravel</title>
			<description>Never has there been so much, owned by so little.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1658438/</link>
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			<title>Forsaken</title>
			<description>Don't you know there ain't no devil, it's just god when he's drunk.

Tom Waits</description>
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			<title>Guide</title>
			<description>&quot;Respect for ourselves guides our morals, respect for others guides our manners,&quot;

Laurence Sterne
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1657887/</link>
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			<title>Not Done Yet</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search of our better selves.&amp;rdquo;

-The First History of Man</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1657720/</link>
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			<title>Revel</title>
			<description>I will instruct you and teach you

In the way you should go; 

I will counsel you 

With my eye upon you. 
(Psalm 32:8)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1657170/</link>
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			<title>The Restless Soul of Samson Ropa</title>
			<description>Then Samson reached toward the two central pillars on which the temple stood,

And he bent with all his might so that the house fell on the rulers
 
And everyone in it.
(Judges 16:29)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1655670/</link>
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			<title>Skin and Bones</title>
			<description>So David and his men wept aloud

Until they had no strength left to weep
(1 Samuel 30:4)
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1655594/</link>
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			<title>Go Wild With Me</title>
			<description>&quot;I didn't know where I was going, until I got there,&quot;</description>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>Just a love poem I made one day. It was difficult, most poetry that I write is either depressing or really meaningful sooo I gave it a shot. Enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1654540/</link>
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			<title>Make Me a Stone</title>
			<description>&quot;Every city, every... every house, every room; they're all inside me! I can hear them all and they're saying... NOTHING! GET UP! Please, get up! Please God, make me a stone...&quot; Serenity, 2005.</description>
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			<title>Painful Truth</title>
			<description>A poem that I wrote a while ago, and stays meaningful to me to this day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kunzenoah14/1654535/</link>
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			<title>Hero in the Night</title>
			<description>Jonah said: &quot;In my distress I called to the LORD, 

And he answered me. 

From deep in the realm of the dead I called for help, 

And you listened to my cry.</description>
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