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			<title>Obsequious as Pavlovian Lapdogs</title>
			<description>inspired by a horrific experience </description>
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			<title>Letting Be</title>
			<description>Let not the pain in which we sufferAfflict those carrying our heartsRelease allures veiling elusiveFor each must tend their burdened loadLet the ancient souls subsist usWith forces none dare comprehendLet no man stand to quash thy purposeStay the path shone brightly with truthFor only minds of open ..</description>
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			<title>Harmony Heard Dissonant</title>
			<description>teetering so far above the pit of open mindblissed inside this ivory towerfreely drinking of the sightsand sounds in savory assaydoting on remote invocationsin scarcely tangible realms of outreachcries heard underwhelmingtransmuted through the mile's diminishour soul's erosion risinginto the stark a..</description>
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			<title>Salvation Flees Like Sifting Sand</title>
			<description>through my observations fervidthe thought of what is self, compels meam i as the earthen canvasever to absorb my callingor is my state a fate of consciousnessadhering to anhedonic endswhence does our heart hold originif i seek to find the truth inside&amp;nbsp;would it not exist outside of mewithout fle..</description>
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			<title>Obfuscation</title>
			<description>hopelessly conforming to our cognitive contrivancesin clandestine displays displacing confluence of ideasimbued upon incumbents of internalized inferencesincessantly impugning the perceptions deemed as realin paltry portions pacifying, passively portrayed&amp;nbsp;for purposes supposing sempiternity sim..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1838733/</link>
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			<title>Ode to Seth&amp;rsquo;s Legs</title>
			<description>leaping like flames licketh brisksummer air at which hour dawn yondershowered eyes upon vigorous bracethe quintessence of equine preeminenceevincible glints grace glamorous mincingthunderous echoes exuding lengthwiseexalted demise, dem legs, mine eyessuch spectacle sprawlingsplendiferous in spadesde..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1838504/</link>
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			<title>Ode to Scutty's Buns</title>
			<description>mister scutty lee.buns.mine eyes take to seadraped in black damaskask upon what meritto what do i owe thy fine mask of sinewin shadowed remorsei lay vexedexquisitea freedom formed&amp;nbsp;born of toilsome tasksuch winsome, this assgrasping in follyi falter, forlornthis finest of fanniesfar more than fi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1838355/</link>
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			<title>Poem for You</title>
			<description>felidae entwine mine spirit&amp;nbsp;framed in frozen timeworn heightssuch fate falls but once and onlymolecules meet tongue in hastecurse this mind of echoed refusenot allowing facile formfeelings of effusive freedombear no call to fault obscuredsolace finds me in our silencelost dimensions shift in sh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1838325/</link>
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			<title>Mirabilis Beyond Measure</title>
			<description>flustered with fervid feelingefflorescing vernal valesin a solace sempiternalpresently to no availorpiment once moored the landslidedormant as the days now dulledfilaments in full reflectioncast upon glass parasolfastened to the lasting flashesflecked by flames of fickle plumecrippling cries denied ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1837795/</link>
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			<title>Lost As I Lay In This Ponderance</title>
			<description>moments fall to reform fusionbeckoned by the unseen eyecircumstances born so fragileeach as finite as its forebearever veiled by evolutiontime doth stretch to sate the soulfigments framed by fate's afflictionhindmost as fiction extolledevery infinite horizonlooms in skies of false allureelements ext..</description>
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			<title>Ah, Humans</title>
			<description>ah, humans beingso wont to not be gottenso want not to be forgottenbesotted with perpetuancee'er naught bearing consequencefor quietus looms nighas riotous cries are utteredvying for immortal conquestdressed in coiled entropywhilst self-appointing eminencea burdensome sightin piteous plight</description>
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			<title>Answer: Ego</title>
			<description>why must our presence present as pendulous peril perpetually passing between plausible purpose and predisposed plight prolonging pandemonium to placate pedestrian pedantry perpetrated by apathetic progenitors to please their pathetically primitive predilection for perpetuant personal prospect throug..</description>
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			<title>Folding Inward Blackened Wreath</title>
			<description>Desiccation upon glass heartHastily sprawling splintersStreaking sullen surfaceSpoils unearthed to whet the wearyWilting as waters wage warWashing the rue of the ravagedSuccumbing, this savage breast recoilsDeep into the soil of surrenderLayered, tenderly to mendSlitting sights on set horizonsErrand..</description>
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			<title>Every Thought Denied Existence</title>
			<description>Every thought denied existenceLingers long in realms of rueJust as truths untold persistSubconsciously in shades imbuedTo our known ideal of selfWe struggle in estranged subdueWhat is shown through what is heldIs often not revealed eschewedOn this fickle precipiceLie all expressions fraught with fea..</description>
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			<title>This Despair</title>
			<description>life has left us coiledstranded cold where home stands homelessfates are given and receivedas deemed fortuitousby minds of muted soundthose with whom we tethered to this bound ingressturning over faster than the ground that holdsour grave against uswhat hope do we have to suffer toward?narratives of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1830054/</link>
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			<title>Beware the Silence Spurned In Shadows</title>
			<description>beware the silence spurned in shadowsstalking every spoken thoughtdigging through the days discardeddoling out distorted truthsfrom the ashen aftermathof machinations amativeonce aimed to frame a narrativethat narcissus himself would notewritten on the walls as wisdomwrithing in disparityfreedom fou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1828293/</link>
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			<title>Daylight</title>
			<description>in days of dustand clouded hazesing silent whispersamid resignationwhere muted martyrsbeckon fortha call to armsat arm's length, lostdull, broken banterobscuring criesas empty bottlesfill out our fearsskies loom strewn&amp;nbsp;with vacant signsto feed the voidof eyes so vainthe passive ardoradorning gl..</description>
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			<title>Fading Footsteps</title>
			<description>when&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;turn to see your facein imprints left behind&amp;nbsp;foreign shapes of shallow depthsow&amp;nbsp;shifting&amp;nbsp;rifts&amp;nbsp;through timefalse impressions follow pathsalluding truths unknownstraying from our trail of tearsto find me here, aloneas stone erodes 'neath gushing streamall that sto..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1825537/</link>
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			<title>Placidty</title>
			<description>words trickle down from eaves of vesper escarpmentas selenite shards in depth depicting shadeseclipsing the errs of an umbral ambriabertrandite beckons in solitude&amp;rsquo;s songadorning this desiccant seabedon shores of decrescent impendingwhere earthen ensconcing had shifted belowand swathing seas d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1824983/</link>
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			<title>On the Ebb of Dreams Born Dormant</title>
			<description>wrapped up neatly&amp;nbsp;in layered appeasementspilling forth tides of contrivanceso willing to forsakethe wakened hands&amp;nbsp;that trace our face upon usfates effaced&amp;nbsp;through feigned inferenceof thought infernalin fertile fields of fallow famerefrained now is her candoras stained glass wrought of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1824568/</link>
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			<title>We Cycle as the Sun &amp; Moon</title>
			<description>for Mira</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1818339/</link>
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			<title>On the Old Submissive Floor</title>
			<description>Winter&amp;rsquo;s dawn has drawn as it mustSoon to rust the iron hinged doorwayThe one that trapped the pointed fingerWhere all that was for only once&amp;nbsp;Bits of dried and crackled colorFaintly holding lost resemblancePassing sun storms on persistentBlanched beyond the pallid hues&amp;nbsp;Now these eyes..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1817128/</link>
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			<title>Her Poem</title>
			<description>time and circumstanceforces holding us at baynotions of our union restingharmony turns dissonantwhen i listen to the tonesthe shrill cries of passing starsi try in vain to leap aboardscarred from having so misjudgedthe heights that i am not allowedin spite of my heart&amp;rsquo;s burstingbut i have felt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1817127/</link>
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			<title>Unmoored from Heaven&amp;rsquo;s Breath</title>
			<description>onward looking nature&amp;rsquo;s sprawlwelcomes ingressflawed acceptancethoughts eternalunmoored from heaven&amp;rsquo;s breathunravel forces unseencasting urgenta moment&amp;rsquo;s ireunto deafening depthsof untold familiarity&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Stinging Past the Thistled Spawn</title>
			<description>layered pigments, boundless huedissimulate this dreary semblancepeerless, penned precisionbreadthened brush of stroke velociousaccents wrought of compromiseclash with unabashed clamorthe braille visage, inconsistentfixed exaction burnishing facedrab as desert desiccationcalm the cries of coilingfall..</description>
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			<title>Winter&amp;rsquo;s Trine</title>
			<description>Flaxen strands, angles errantDangle, draped in fine translucenceLucid lines trace shapes ensconcingWinsome ways awash in whispers&amp;nbsp;All the almond&amp;rsquo;s fond azureParagon of floret&amp;rsquo;s dewSinuous tresses weaved in watersWorlds away from whence she watched&amp;nbsp;Passive paramour of plightPlun..</description>
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			<title>Verdurous Veil</title>
			<description>a flower unknown bears a truthobscured discreet layers of lifeits tenses of tempered perfectionis fruit that falls not from bare skyeffusing in flawed efflorescingits rapturous call strikes allureengulfing those poised most aplombintently attending its courtingdisaster of masked countenancebarbed wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1817120/</link>
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			<title>Revered Red Rose</title>
			<description>revered red roseplucked perfectionsilken sheen of sworn silphiumpassion implied through echoed glancessparking bursts amid darkness reborngaze into ephemeral beautybathe now in the sweet aromaardently drink of its naked nectarmeandering through the copious crevicesthe coming onset of the scarab hord..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1817119/</link>
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			<title>Under the Ruby Speckled Foliage</title>
			<description>Under the ruby speckled foliageHours passed as our past spilled out before usRandom shapes, unraveling growthAs strange as what we have becomeSoaked in sun drawn salted dewSo few had I come to know ofSounds of smiles would crumble wallsAs tall as mountains in exileForgotten flesh that forged anewTow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1817117/</link>
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			<title>Ember</title>
			<description>love looms amid the earthen shrinein contrast with truthpressing onto parchmentmuted musings left in&amp;nbsp;lingeringfor glancing eyes&amp;nbsp;would gaze in contemptaghast at the ongoing display of decadent debaucherynever have they known such indiscretionyet none can speak for what is knownthe radiance,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1817115/</link>
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			<title>Felled Fast On Her Shoulder</title>
			<description>adrift in each moment&amp;nbsp;her tempestuous waters writhingbeneath skies which she granted her garden of huesin fading horizons&amp;nbsp;define earth from heavenconcealed amid coppicehedge sodden shores strewn&amp;nbsp;spring forth strands of stardust&amp;nbsp;felled fast on her shoulderas desert winds balmy lif..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1814643/</link>
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			<title>As Fire Afflicts Antilogous Pole</title>
			<description>errant wafts of ghostly whispers struggle to swaybut their words fall in&amp;nbsp;magnetic&amp;nbsp;arrestboring through terrestrial layershaltingwhen furnace beckonssorrowed drops have inscribed twin&amp;nbsp;vales&amp;nbsp;upon this&amp;nbsp;sallow&amp;nbsp;shellfallow,&amp;nbsp;bereft of fleeting filamenthours composed of d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1814633/</link>
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			<title>Emptied Unto Arms of Clay</title>
			<description>verity&amp;nbsp;as thought forsakenlingers long in clouds of leadtwisting spires of wrought contortionsown distortion courting dreadshedding hours spread like reddenedire&amp;nbsp;devours descending&amp;nbsp;ropemooring of our own portendingfastened to facades of hopetorn asylum trickles onwardall the equid etc..</description>
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			<title>To Exist</title>
			<description>Chaotic echoes linger from distant realmsAll that has existed in this patch of landExists now in the absence of timeIn between every extreme contained within the spectrumMoments thought to diminish, yet languish in the voidIntangible essences endlessly spiral inwardAll progression remains relative t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Max_Meunier/1813035/</link>
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			<title> The Silence of a Moment&amp;rsquo;s Touch</title>
			<description>sun kissed flecks in ochre huetrickling trails of wistful trodpouring out as florid scents sailyawning canopy doused cloverflailing gales of ghostly whispersmantle muting raveled mindfan the flames of dwindled kindlingwebs spun framing frivolitiesthe silence of a moment's touchwould ground torrentia..</description>
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			<title>Surface Tension</title>
			<description>In transient thoughts of our truths sent to exileUrgent as molten earth, looms at dawn's hourSediments layered in shades of complexityGranules composed of her prismed epistlesDissembled semblances seep through the surfaceIn whispered epiphanies sown of the hearthBeckon this consciousness in blaring ..</description>
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			<title>Like a Deftly Sewn Death Shroud Secured</title>
			<description>Bereft, lay my heart upon ocean floorForever once wandered from her lipsNow eclipsed in shadowed solitudeIndiscernible , such impetus gives wayAllaying the allure of erstwhile spiritSpent, things rent yet remainAs plain as ivory iridescence upon desolate eveIn gloaming, elucidation ensuesExpanding o..</description>
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			<title>Words Would Impede</title>
			<description>words would impede my need to expressthis feeling that bleeds as it beats from my chesta symbol of infinite bounding enclosedas simple and intricate sounds when composedin beams of&amp;nbsp;sooth&amp;nbsp;glistening&amp;nbsp;undular&amp;nbsp;formwhere dreams aloof mistle tinged grossular stormsconstructing fine pri..</description>
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			<title>Roseate Lips</title>
			<description>having read the words&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;had writteni&amp;nbsp;lay in somber solitudesoft tears slowly streaming down my weary facei&amp;nbsp;am unable to understand the nature of my own perception of realityit seems there is a dormancy of vervewhen we fall into the abyss of tediumthe resignation that corrupts the..</description>
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			<title>Time In Tides Shall Find Her</title>
			<description>time in tides shall find herwrapped in aimless waiverjutting like a wayward boughfrowns the upturned skyslivers lost tinged coniferswallow then her songechoes now unravel distantfrom bead to silent fractalas breath that warms this shoulder</description>
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			<title>Subdued</title>
			<description>seafloor accosted in vanishand&amp;nbsp;clament&amp;nbsp;did cradle come crashingin ashen shrill cries precipitousmolten earth hissed forth the heavensso densely had held heaving huskhere once housed a&amp;nbsp;hearth&amp;nbsp;hardly humblethe hour of disquiet since passedgraupel falls&amp;nbsp;quaver&amp;nbsp;like feather..</description>
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			<title>Failed Words</title>
			<description>i&amp;nbsp;hear my words encrypt my thoughtsas deftly&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;they soon appearlayered attempts to obfuscatethe discourse of my mind's duressneatly tucked&amp;nbsp;in wisps of whimsyaffectations strung like beadsset&amp;nbsp;upon a single strandbearing down with every breathporing over my life's learningsla..</description>
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