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			<title>Ashes to Ashes</title>
			<description>Red and redder it spreads;Ashing, clouding your vacant head.You can't feel emotions the sameWhen they're spilling from your veins.By yourself, you'll remainUntil you overcome the painYou haven't felt since the tollOf finding you're not whole. It splits in halves, thirds -An a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1782656/</link>
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			<title>The Game</title>
			<description>How difficult I have found,To discover another profoundLover who cares genuinelyAbout who I am indefinitely.Every day turned morrow,Is time I've borrowedIn hopeless hopingAnd &quot;loveless&quot; searching.And maybe that's what the goalIs in order to fill this infinite holeWith no defi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1746204/</link>
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			<title>The Art of Heartbreak</title>
			<description>Like clouds,Some will rain.But with every stormOr line break,I'll remainYours to take.You have tried to say goodbye.Things were different once.What a waste, all these months.They say words lie.What a shame,After all this time,You are no longer mine.Perhaps I'll forget your name.Dump your heartNow th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1743356/</link>
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			<title>Warm Secrets</title>
			<description>The red danced along the wallsAs we lay in front of the fire.Our blood boiled and our lust steamed,Ruled, fueled, by our desires.Your hair entangled my fingersand we came to be sleepless.Completely, utterly enrapturedAs we whispered warm secrets.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1740558/</link>
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			<title>Windows</title>
			<description>The walls enclosed our bodiesBut we wouldn't budge closer.The night foreshadowed the endAs the next day chose her.She would lose this addictionAnd realize it's for the better.Through murky, unsettled mindsI stand glad I met her.The water tipped and tappedAgainst the dotted wind..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1737841/</link>
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			<title>Don't Come Back</title>
			<description>I'm apologizing for causing such cryingover this finally dying. It never stooda chance dear, and we both knew.When we walked the river - alcoholflooding our liver. I'd take it back now,if only I could.Now your vessel is fading, a soul ferryingall that you were carrying. You probably seeblack now.I'v..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1733834/</link>
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			<title>Sheeple</title>
			<description>If I may dare imploreYour feeble mind some more,For your priceless attentionAnd inform you of a situation,Involving the slavishness of we,Who spend time watching T.V.;Losing sight of ourselves,Naively, with our brains on shelves.The last time we spoke it was not&amp;nbsp;between faces;Rather, it was acr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1727206/</link>
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			<title>You Deserve All the Rain</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The air was still around you, like a vignette of silence. You motioned me over. The rain speckled your shirt and mimicked the freckles on your skin underneath. You weren't smiling and I felt a cold chill run down my spine as a gust blew between us. My impatience grew as you took ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1726975/</link>
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			<title>Death, Myself</title>
			<description>Another piece for my upcoming book, &quot;Digital Pages and Digital Ink.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1726958/</link>
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			<title>Shadows</title>
			<description>When silhouettes become shadows,Darker, deeper in the gallowsBrows narrowingFor sighting; slighting --In the corner It always follows.When Suns melt on the hills,Watching from the window sillsIt creeps, crawls, approachesLicking, hissing at your heels.Leaving puddles under feet,Drowning life beneath..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1726174/</link>
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			<title>Fireworks</title>
			<description>Revised version of my previous &quot;Understanding.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1724893/</link>
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			<title>You'll Be Around</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve seen you around these days. I&amp;rsquo;ve seen you here in my room, laying on my bed, pinching your hair between your fingers as you stare at the ceiling. I&amp;rsquo;ve seen you in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee warming your hands. I&amp;rsquo;ve seen you at the park, stea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1720694/</link>
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			<title>Like Clockwork</title>
			<description>We had opened the backseat doors simultaneously before climbing inside. Our movements seemed to be on fast-forward, desperately removing each others&amp;rsquo; clothes while whispering in words barely audible. The back of the car seemed vast at first, but the more I continued, the more I felt the space ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1720688/</link>
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			<title>Blind Lust Thought Syndrome</title>
			<description>Occupying my mind every waking and sleepingSecond of every single day or nightIt seems almost selfish you chose to walk into my lifewithout my consentAnd stood me up where I once sat.I never knew I needed you until you showed meWhat I was missingLike a seemingly satisfied dog who sees in black and w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1696927/</link>
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			<title>The Visit</title>
			<description>A prologue/chapter one.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1687099/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>N/A</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1687098/</link>
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			<title>Write and Write and Write</title>
			<description>The blinking lineThat shows me it&amp;rsquo;s timeTo write again.These dreadful thoughtsChurning my mind in knotsUntil I write again.All around me the walls meltUntil I describe how I&amp;rsquo;ve feltWhen I write again.This black and whiteWill ease me tonightAs I write again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1687036/</link>
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			<title>Untitle Me</title>
			<description>If I was supposed to learnFrom this lesson you gave meI might&amp;rsquo;ve found solaceYet I&amp;rsquo;m too stubborn to nodAt the better side of thingsWhen misery comesAll too easilyDo not think of meDo not call meDo not say my nameUntitle me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1685897/</link>
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			<title>Losing Sight</title>
			<description>People become too enraptured with others' pasts that they often lose sight of their own. It appears as though we are more in control of our own minds than we thought. We can turn our minds away from what we want and become fixated on what we think is better. This reflects perhaps one of life&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1685896/</link>
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			<title>Miracles</title>
			<description>I never believed in miracles. There is suffering in the world, and I have experienced it. So much internal hurt I would surely die of a broken heart. She came to me like day meeting the night; inevitably so. She mends my threadbare and troubled mind. She is gentle and she is pure. What I have done t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1681491/</link>
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			<title>Insomnia</title>
			<description>As I lay awake, so late in time it could be fairly dubbed early, I find myself thinking. My thoughts cloud my vision and rain guilt, fear, hatred, and regret. These emotions follow me through life - like demons gnawing at my eyes. I see no good and only perceive evil. People kill, curse, and take gr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1675208/</link>
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			<title>Expectations</title>
			<description>The moist droplets accumulating on the side of her glass raced each other towards her hand. A quiet song of birds rose from the tree behind her. There was a light breeze that brought a few strands of hair across her face - gently tickling her freckles. Her smile pinched her cheeks as she drew each g..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1675205/</link>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>Let me know what you think.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1675200/</link>
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			<title>The Black</title>
			<description>Walking down the alleyway by which I made my regular shortcut from work, I noticed a man who had never once been there before. He was a solemn man - sitting beneath the building&amp;rsquo;s overhang to shelter himself from the rain. He did not look up as I approached him and I found myself standing at h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1674616/</link>
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			<title>The Birdcage</title>
			<description>Would love feedback. Thanks in advance.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeoAllen/1674605/</link>
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