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			<title>Inferno</title>
			<description>It consumesA flash burningScarlet whiteArdent HeatRadiant within Starless obscurityIncineratingEntirely all within its graspFlowing away On heat wavesCarrying offEmbers aglowPluming skywardEver higherWhere the convergence is completeAnd then uponThe approach of daybreakWhere flames burn Low and blue..</description>
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			<title>Abrading Volley</title>
			<description>There are feelings that not even time can heal</description>
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			<title>Veiled Minions</title>
			<description>Shards of rag hangingTorn from the reapers cloakTattered and blowing upon dead branchesI wearily cross underneathFar below definitionWhilst dark eyes follow My silent steppingsGlaring down obsidian billsThe tree erupts A formless black detonationOf ravens wailing their curses At my approachFor distu..</description>
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			<title>Echoes From The Past</title>
			<description>From the walls the voices clamor,Chasing me away from my solace and contentment,These laughing phantoms of dreams&amp;nbsp;near forgotten,Reminding me of almost and could have been,Showing me places I can&amp;rsquo;t quite remember,Of faces that I think I just might make out,Voices drifting just beyond my s..</description>
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			<title>Vermilion Hideaway</title>
			<description>Fusing closedSecrete yourself awayIn vermilion blossomsInside hushed anguishCoiling upIn a fetal comfortBeyond everythingDenying breathSlowly fadingWithin the confinesOf a blood red rose</description>
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			<title>Music Of Annisquam.</title>
			<description>I grew up on this river and there are too many stories to tell.  Just suffice it to say that I loved every moment of it.</description>
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			<title>Whisperings</title>
			<description>On gossamer lipsWisped coppery tendrilsShowering sparksRiding evening breezesThat radiate off myEyelashes in paperyWet sliversSticking only whenYour song of ill-bodingIs breathed over meIt's primitive amityContused and crustedOn baneful syllablesIn sweet consummationWhere at last I see theCrumbling ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enkidu/967725/</link>
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			<title>On Dirtied Pavement.</title>
			<description>Onthe edge of metropolitan midnightHelays in a breathless silenceRaspingthe evanescing yesterdays to his windowsBothopen and locked,Whilethe unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,Waitto sear his wounds and retell his lifeInputrefied requiem.&amp;nbsp;A..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enkidu/964967/</link>
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			<title>Torturous Twenty Four</title>
			<description>I have always loved the story of the Sun and Moon being lovers who could never be together...but for the moments of dawn and dusk.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Enkidu/661986/</link>
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			<title>By Breath</title>
			<description>Within every expanse there is painMy painIt is the exiting of me, slowlyDissolvingIt is more than being washed by rains or windBut by breathBoth soft and uncontrolledHere in this darknessThis solitude Amongst all of you who watchAnd who smileWhile well wishingBut don&amp;rsquo;t ..</description>
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