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			<title>manumit...</title>
			<description>what happened to me? where did I go?&amp;nbsp;am I happy? why don't I know?surviving life - did I ever really live?I feel so heavy, what did I achieve?days go by, I feel more estranged,it needs to stop, I need a change.I submit to God, I let it all go,may I find peace as I control forego.-lyr-Nov 30, 20..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872496/</link>
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			<title>the power of breath...</title>
			<description>stranger not is the giver of life and the owner of death,after all, does every life not enter and exit with a breath.linking past moments to present until there is no future left,between start and end, each journey moves only by breath.each emotion felt, each pleasure enjoyed, each pain beset,&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872491/</link>
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			<title>self preservation...</title>
			<description>the goodness of men too sparse and spread,&amp;nbsp;the darkness in man grows and prevails.&amp;nbsp;what more sins linger - we pray in vain.&amp;nbsp;what more sickness looms - we wait in angst.&amp;nbsp;this world is lost; condemned to hell it sinks.&amp;nbsp;each man for himself and in God united for all,&amp;nbsp;godsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872489/</link>
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			<title>impiety...</title>
			<description>a question of conscience, a challenge on fate, oblivious we follow, towards hell's gates -with morality wavered and overwhelmed the righteous voice, evil is nature and no longer choice.#absurd! conceived by blessing, and to this world born free, then enslaved by empires and charged to be;punished is..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872488/</link>
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			<title>nirvana...</title>
			<description>what future lies there in boundaries;other than to cage dreams and spirits?what promise lies there in governments;other than to enrich unscrupulous men?what godliness lies there in religions;other than to seperate and kill brothers?what evolution lies there in mankind;other than to destroy and harbo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872486/</link>
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			<title>supererogation...</title>
			<description>before the silence, before the storm;all was calm and clear -no place for shame, no need for blame,existence free of fear.but amidst the comfort, fate be tested;and said was more than wise -how quickly then the war unfolded,revealing assassins in disguise.-lyr-February 10, 2013</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872485/</link>
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			<title>morning glory...</title>
			<description>the sun breaks on the horizon.the shadows of night retreat.the symphony of birds sound,&amp;nbsp;the gift of the new day to greet.the earth bathes clean in dew.the trees breathe life new air.the blasphemy of man awakes,the miracle fades without care.-lyr-July 15, 2012</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872484/</link>
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			<title>persistence...</title>
			<description>is it really impossible, or do we allow the fear and challenge to dictate?when we abandon our dreams and settle for consolation to be our fate?in this life you'll find no barriers, that can outlast pure passion and iron will,should you set the heart and mind to it, all dreams and desires can be fulf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872481/</link>
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			<title>hunting heffalump...</title>
			<description>big rump, long trunk -thump! thump! be careful,here comes a heffalump.uninvited, unannounced -wandering in casually,unsightly beast pronounced.testing will be your slaughter -outwit, outplay, outlast,i'll survive all your tortures.from shadows i'll strike away -finding your weaknesses,i'll kill you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872479/</link>
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			<title>sadomasochism...</title>
			<description>pain, yet again you visit unannounced!and, even though i totally detest you -i just want to live in you for a while.in my sloth, you keep me company,un-judging, un-caring, un-deterred -you linger despite my best effort.reflecting on bitter-sweet memories,you hold me honest to my humility -not a piti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872478/</link>
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			<title>persecution...</title>
			<description>use me, abuse me,take what you want.berate me, foresake me,make me a runt!suffocate me, smother me,drown me with pretences.i don't care, i don't care,mutilate my defences.i'm tired, so very tired,claim the unjust victory -just leave me, let me be,this is all so unnecessary!-lyr-December 4, 2011</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872477/</link>
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			<title>appreciation...</title>
			<description>in their lifetimes they will not ever know,when we hide what we really should show.whilst they breathe we take for granted,that they'll live forever to keep us enchanted.saying goodbye is not ever done easily,moreso to those that leave us so quickly.remember the good, forgiven is the bad -let your t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872474/</link>
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			<title>perseverance...</title>
			<description>alas, we shall walk this yellow brick road called life.and, as we journey, people will join us, people will leave.&amp;nbsp;at times the road shall seem far from yellow -(beseeched by darkness and unwelcomed demons)and it may seem a futile task to continue walking.but we must! shivering, shaking, by sel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872473/</link>
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			<title>when phoenixes dance...</title>
			<description>whilst journeying - two avid phoenixes in their prime,soared the same skies, though not at the same time.en route their charter, not commonly travelled before,a salacious storm each did find, and bring to the fall.as they fell from the sky, energy drained from fight,their bodies caught fire against ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872470/</link>
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			<title>limitation...</title>
			<description>entrenched in the earth, confined to one spot,with no voice to tell us if they happy or not.long do they live but not much can they see,it must be awful, imprisoned to life as a tree.though purpose they have, to serve and supply,what wrong have they done to be motion denied?if trees spoke and tales ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872467/</link>
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			<title>possibility...</title>
			<description>wandering in animated suspension,escaped from our reality's detention -the soul does roam free.exploring the depths of imagination,is it fantasy or revelation -the visions that we do see?inhibitions expelled and cast aside,no boundaries to limit what is tried -in dreams, all desires reached.if not t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872465/</link>
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			<title>awol...</title>
			<description>friend, dear friend, why do you look so lost?come, take my hand, let me help you carry the cost.friend, good friend, why do you look so tired?come, play with me fun games, to help you be inspired.friend, strong friend why do you look so sad?come, reminisce in my company 'til your heart is more glad...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872461/</link>
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			<title>ignorance...</title>
			<description>with each days eve, my guilt finds reprieve, in opposition without voice,failed protests in silence, no cure without violence, is this really our choice.the rich get fatter, the poor don't matter, the currency of power is life,pursuing selfish agenda, we fail to remember, the pain of anothers strife..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872322/</link>
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			<title>meek sheep...</title>
			<description>meek sheep! meek sheep!unsheparded you lost your way.your curiosity led you to seek,and from your flock to stray.meek sheep! meek sheep!hidden in wait do wolves stay.their instinct leads them to seek,and on the innocent to prey.meek sheep! meek sheep!ignorant you dwell and graze.death has come you o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872321/</link>
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			<title>morality...</title>
			<description>if you had the choice to be wise or brave,which honour wouldst thou rather choose?in your hands the power to punish or save,which face wouldst thou rather have lose?noble servant of God or god of foolish men,which purpose wouldst thou life rather serve?when dark falls and your sun does descend,which..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872319/</link>
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			<title>parody...</title>
			<description>in hope we hold out for perfection,and test fate as our streams run dry,then look for answers in desperation,when we realise it has passed us by.in vain we deprive for shallow reason,and reject opportunity in two minds,then resent ourselves for indecision,when we realise we've wasted time.-lyr-Octob..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872317/</link>
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			<title>procrastination...</title>
			<description>true, both pointless and unkind,to press play and then rewind.moments are not made to last,live in the present, not the past!medusa met and turned to stone,you still hide in pain and all alone,clutching at straw with closed eyes,why linger in dreams that life denied.a fool not, but foolishness found..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872315/</link>
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			<title>misdirection...</title>
			<description>celebrity self proclaimed, wherein lies your fame, lucky sheep exist to follow;glamour without purpose, empty beneath the surface, pied piper for the hollow.priorities misdirected, inspirer of the hopeful dejected, i fear what you influ-ence;professions without value, ambitions low and shallow, powe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872313/</link>
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			<title>resurrection...</title>
			<description>i live it, i breathe it, inside this me is tormented and defeated,a man alone, a man of stone, this spirit broken and depleted.lost for face by wicked disgrace, an era disappointingly wasted,head hung low from cowardly blows, this back a dagger tasted.stripped to the bone, evicted from throne, choic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872312/</link>
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			<title>perceptions of a nirvana...</title>
			<description>engulfed in a soft bed of colourful scented flora, itself,emmersed in an endless sea of deep green fields, and,overlooking a myriad of fine white sand apon which;&amp;nbsp;the ebb and flow of crystal waters beach under clear blue skies -&amp;nbsp;surely here can one find sanctuary; surely here shall one fin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872308/</link>
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			<title>becoming salt.....</title>
			<description>running without choice or direction, i cannot help but stop -to peer back at the burning walls of my own city of sodom,and linger in the painful demise of a place and time so happy,that even the knowledge of self destruction could not prevent -succumbing yet again to its temptation as my body turns ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/offbeatorator/1872305/</link>
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