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			<title>In an Aura of Perception (Movement VI)</title>
			<description>Lazarus! Excuse my horrible lack of words,My senses aren't tasting this senseless, ghastly woe.I'm used to this; its the same smell of the same folds,Yet, its slightly different than what I've had before. Lazarus! How, in the universe, am I to know,When the thespian is stirred with vivid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1707583/</link>
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			<title>In an Aura of Perception (Movement V)</title>
			<description>Lazarus! &quot;You exist and you're a friend of mine.&quot;So, please, bear with me my long, never ending talks.Lazarus, I believe it was the proper  time.Lazarus, is it the ere yore? Or this won't balk?Lazarus! two universes are just to merge,The universe, that scared me, I'm about to keep.Laza..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1706645/</link>
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			<title>In an Aura of Perception (Movement IV)</title>
			<description>Lazarus! Let me weave you a tale, or an ode,Once upon a time, my mind is quenched, thus I feel.Once upon a feel, the fire grew far, thus I soak.I refuse, but I do, regardless, I'm to be.Lazarus! Dots are aligned. feels last maybe not.The exposition of this I feel right through deep.A..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1704778/</link>
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			<title>In An Aura Of Perception (Movement III)</title>
			<description>(Movement III)Lazarus! When have I gazed those stars previously?When have I walked this refreshing room? In which life?I admire those windows, for they are open clearly.I curse that woman weaving by the fire's dim light.Lazarus! Are you sure aware of my daydreams?Are you aware of this ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1703881/</link>
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			<title>In An Aura Of Perception (Movement II)</title>
			<description>(Movement II)Lazarus! Let us be straight, let this be right through.I am you, for I was once in a life time me.But images are still not clear, alas, it's true.Not everything you gaze appears as how you see.Lazarus! I repeat, I have seen this before.What are senses without tasting a sen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1703879/</link>
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			<title>In An Aura Of Perception (Movement I)</title>
			<description>Lazarus! Divide into a cosmic timeline.The picture is parallel, a sequence of frames.Are you aware of the lane of change to sublime?A picture once drawn, is drawing, and thus it came.Lazarus! I was alive once, a norm of hope.The truth is relative, ones perspective creates form.Ones sig..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1702015/</link>
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			<title>She Exists</title>
			<description>This poem is, also, inspired by a drawing, but of a different dear friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1698878/</link>
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			<title>Them, a Death Portrait</title>
			<description>This poem is inspired by a drawing by a dear friend of mine. (Drawing is shown)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1697100/</link>
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			<title>Child of No-time</title>
			<description>Long I've gazed into misleading lines.None made sense, they were all parallel.Lost within them, endless, randomized,Roamed my divine being inevitable.Seems all have gone insane, forever gone;implicit void of darkness lingeredInside a mind of wonder; questionsMorn, thoughts are rigidl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1690480/</link>
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			<title>A Stairway of Light</title>
			<description>This is the only poem I wrote in such topic. I don't like to write in such topics, yet i had to let these words out.
Though the one this poem was written for had left, I thank her for she inspired me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1682274/</link>
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			<title>The Guile Gown</title>
			<description>My first attempt writing in the Shakespearean sonnets style. The whole idea of the context came up from a conversation lecture, when asked to write a paragraph about shopping.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ZadeFaouri/1679101/</link>
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			<title>The Fictionist</title>
			<description>I was asked if I believe that dragons ever existed, knowing that different cultures across the world witnessed wall drawings of dragons. Which, somehow, reminded me of reincarnation.</description>
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