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			<title>Behind the Wheel</title>
			<description>A weary sigh, a turn of the keyThe engine clears its throat at me,and then erupts in a roar of laughterWhich follows me from this point after.Shifting my day into overdrivewithout my heart along for the ride.A commanding spin of the steering wheelFeet pressing pedals, and tires squeal.Past the churc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArcticIvy/1685234/</link>
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			<title>Soapbox Superhero</title>
			<description>Hey there, Soapbox SuperheroGoing from a ten to a zeroDon't sing me your pantomime songTryin' to tell me what it means to be strongWhile you're kickin' back on that barstool of nailssuckin' on wind and kryptonite cocktailsto fill the empty hole in your heartDon't tell me to save myself,'cause you mi..</description>
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			<title>Daywatchers</title>
			<description>Anxious yellow SoldiersWith green epauletsStand alertOur silent garden sentinelsGazing ever upwardTosearch The HeavensFor Sage or SaviorWith one wide eye.</description>
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			<title>Spiderweb</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Through the half lightof a half lifeHer will became ensnared&amp;nbsp;Resistance heightened as she foughtAgainst the suffocating tethersof invalidation.A sickly venom of broken dreams and promisesswam swiftly through in her veinsAnd yet she sought no antidoteYielding to demise.&amp;nbsp;As her struggl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ArcticIvy/1677048/</link>
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			<title>The Assassins</title>
			<description>Careless wordsTongues of wildfireFeasting at&amp;nbsp;her dignityOnce lush and greenNow charred and unrecognizableas charcoal etchingsWisps of ebony dustScrawled in negative spaceA feeble intimation of the mind that once thrived thereAnd embraced life&amp;rsquo;s bril..</description>
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