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			<title>Retinas</title>
			<description>May I askwhat do your retinas		hold?If I looked inside,would the images be&amp;nbsp;		cold?We said we weren't mindreaders, but we were never		toldthat everything we wanted toknow, the retinas would		hold.Were you sad yesterday eve?Were there rivers not long		ago?Is the news to close to home, you&amp;nbsp;th..</description>
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			<title>d</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; sometimes		the dead are not falling apart	to reveal skin and&amp;nbsp;	&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;bone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xylotones/1765504/</link>
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			<title>Parasitic Words</title>
			<description>Does it make sense? It does to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xylotones/1762210/</link>
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			<title>Paranoia</title>
			<description>the figure in a raincoat	faceless, namelessan unknown alien	the fog caresseswaits for me to exit my cocoon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xylotones/1762157/</link>
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			<title>Reflected</title>
			<description>The reflection contained in the mirrorshows naught but my bodily appearanceMy soul, however, hides inside that appearance.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xylotones/1762147/</link>
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			<title>Criminal Birth</title>
			<description>In the unfeeling society of Artavia, everyone is created in a rather untypical way. Each person is grown to perfection. Never born, but engineered with a single flaw. Kalin isn't. She's born. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xylotones/1762141/</link>
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			<title>Temporary Death</title>
			<description>What this is up to you, and please review!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xylotones/1762128/</link>
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			<title>Trees and Us</title>
			<description>Relatively exaggerated, relatively metaphorical, but also relatively okay.</description>
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