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			<title>A Glazier Eyeing Wine</title>
			<description>Persephone basks in the undug--as simpering grainsbottle her genuflection.A striking red, struckredder.As if a glazier eyeingwine--roundly fills herwith pomegranates.To the cork.</description>
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			<title>Navel of Delphi</title>
			<description>The earth lets what has come fromher stand--cutting herself from thenavel of Delphi, her center.Her thumbprint, a mere hollow like ablack olive--a cavern to elementary depth.A bellyful of serpent, immune to theclaustrophobia of self-digestion.Skin coming out of skin, ..</description>
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			<title>Aggrandize </title>
			<description>Love can never, will never be--a selfish faction that points to itschest.</description>
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			<title>Response to Hurt</title>
			<description>It's no longer enoughto passively witnessugliness.Let preachers dwarf one another.By whatsoever wriggling root, theresponse to hurt isthe charge.</description>
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			<title>How Many Countries </title>
			<description>Clearings have come across.Eyes hold one another despite the partition of a nose.We're not forsaken. Simple &amp; plain.How many countries does it take to get Home?</description>
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			<title>Waving off Symbolism </title>
			<description>A tarp spattered withalbatrosses, right wherean ocean forgot it began.Waving off symbolism.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2963259/</link>
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			<title>Zeniths of Salt</title>
			<description>A liar's armada falls off a plank,into zeniths of salt.Swollen tributaries,clamping reflection.</description>
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			<title>Transfiguring Hound</title>
			<description>Backwater warningsrumple the locks offlame.Ember ahead of ash.January-belly conscripted.Engaged blood, disengagedblood.Warming smiles, while atransfiguring hound jumps the fence.Which?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2963232/</link>
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			<title>Latent Bomb</title>
			<description>This latent bomb ofLight will bring forthwithout repetition.Anchors have never hit an ocean floor.Depth is as anarchous as a puddle.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2963225/</link>
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			<title>If Only</title>
			<description>If only,harsh industrial chemicals couldcleanse a bathroom--at the appointed hour.</description>
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			<title>More Than Well</title>
			<description>It's more than wellto get the feeling you're being stared at.More than well.As if hope going thrua renunciation.Terrified of slackshadows--terrified.We're goodness at heart, put up by thatvery same heart.Everywhere, now &amp;again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2963089/</link>
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			<title>Chance Moths</title>
			<description>Chance moths flicker,pointing at you.The lights in theirhouse are already out.Yet they can see you--all they ask of you--is a mutual sign.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2962917/</link>
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			<title>Mangling Dust</title>
			<description>The mangling dustof the holiest terror--irons a breeze.Then throws backwind.Without saying athing...as leaves follow.</description>
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			<title>Freed Catacomb</title>
			<description>A skull gets fleshed out by the light of day.Selected by a freedcatacomb.Neglecting eyes, thatmay pass you on thestreet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2962887/</link>
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			<title>A Discus</title>
			<description>A spire capable of neverbeing tapered.Comes out of awell.A discus.A drop sitting there, sitting There.</description>
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			<title>Puddles of Ash</title>
			<description>A forest's park,puddles of ash fromgrills.A bluejay pulls theharsh arc of age fromits throat.The sun taps on coolerair, as it oftenlooks away.</description>
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			<title>Wider Still</title>
			<description>Whisps of Manna fall from ceilings.The corners of bedsdon't know--don't want to know.What spins them wider still.</description>
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			<title>Raving Collapse</title>
			<description>Blasts of flintclash open a flame,yay: Good--yay: Evil. Unwound.A war of perpetidue,the air's ground shakeswith hosts.Raving collapse, of whatcannot see--but is.Forever sucked upward.Look out, Upward.Growling fecal matter,overwhelmed by purity...</description>
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			<title>Petting Zoo</title>
			<description>If only poetrywere a: petting-zoo.Animals could quoteby heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2962457/</link>
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			<title>Isle of the Dead</title>
			<description>a curved stony enclosure whose seawall givesway to hulking cliffs--with chiseled ramparts&amp;nbsp;akin to bottom cuspids.standing before foldable reflections--aside fromthe accelerating interpolation of sea-clouds,prone to negatives.the guiding intelligence of a flood cupped by anisle that is unmet wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2906886/</link>
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			<title>Seizuring Digits to Mushin </title>
			<description>the seizuring digits of a grade schoolcalculator, forgotten in a pouch put awayfor storage.as the half man/half butterfly morphosis&amp;nbsp;of a Zen master, disturbs the meditation ofhis master's, master.being cut clear in half with his stick, throughthe manicured flatness of sand granules&amp;nbsp;retraci..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2906879/</link>
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			<title>24 Caprices</title>
			<description>twenty four caprices of lording fire--a violin grabbing the horsehair of a bow.brutal angulations, the muteness ofhollowed out release--keen to its own ear.then multiplying fingers plucking at strings,as if deviously imposing a riddle.the karma sutra of incubi &amp;amp; succubi.the idle thoughts of thei..</description>
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			<title>Cerberus' Post</title>
			<description>Cerberus' tri-lapsing time,wholly materializes at the everchanging&amp;nbsp;gate of hell's undisclosed location.three-headed hound: one head looks backward,one head looks downward, one head looks forward.watchful as the white candles with black flames.his constant chain reaction of biting mouthfulsfrom ..</description>
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			<title>Equatorial Mood Ring</title>
			<description>the earth's twin died at birth.her twin visits her only when she toowants to die.her twin changes geography as if wearingan equatorial mood ring.all features forever present, but nameless.once she stopped, condensing a singlerevolution into the sandy pit of a circusenclosure.the color of depthless p..</description>
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			<title>Finale of Steadiness</title>
			<description>one can't be sure how muchtransfigurement occurs during sleep.how often a straight line fudges a crookedline, so: a/b/c can sequentially light up.three yesterdays ago today--a leglessDaddy-long-legs was pulled across thefloorboards of my head.in response to the banging vacuum ofwakefulness.as a bedr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2897525/</link>
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			<title>Ice Sculpture of a Fruit Basket</title>
			<description>you find a completely empty picnic area--showing up dressed as a widow.black kerchief wrapped around your head--tied at the chin, a predominance of cheekswith a buggy-bulge of purple horn rim glasses.barefoot with a black dress on, obscuringsplatters of sweat: back/breasts/paunch.holding an ice scul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2897290/</link>
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			<title>Stuffed Animal</title>
			<description>it turns out the other point of our&amp;nbsp;triangle is worthy of more respectthan you.don't dare misconstrue this reckoningas a flattering plea.walls rumble as they close in, don't&amp;nbsp;worry--nothingness will survive.the uniqueness of your scent, rapidlysignaturing fear--with nails bitten offlike sun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2897159/</link>
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			<title>Breaking Wheel</title>
			<description>try playing air guitar on thebreaking wheel--you're certainly notrock n roll sweetheart.spat out by silence &amp;amp; apathy alike, youhide under a bed--with a wanna be girl'svoice, reprimanding nightmares to playfair.hold your ears &amp;amp; grit your teeth--harkenback to the number of fruit flies you'vere..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2896963/</link>
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			<title>A Reiterating Plain</title>
			<description>the awful fatigue of leashed wrath--the devourment of all other emotion.one of the most frustrating &amp;amp; loneliest&amp;nbsp;primacies.a lion's infrasound shaking the housematesof organs &amp;amp; bones.a reiterating plain, onward straight to onward--a massive drain at its center.stymied blood let out, down..</description>
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			<title>Old Man Cantate</title>
			<description>an old man bent forward,just above his cane--ambled&amp;nbsp;along a park trail.paused to speak to a little boyin a carriage, the enmeshmentof every songbird on planet earthcame out of his mouth.the little boy laughed hysterically.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2896775/</link>
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			<title>Fail-stop of Reinvention</title>
			<description>the moon's fail-stop of reinventionleaves her an amnesiac.chipping away at her goldenly drawnrim of remembrance, as if a Chinaplate.holding a full serving of curdling milk.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2896657/</link>
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			<title>A Cover to Boast Of</title>
			<description>duality in the finest print,inky coils micronically bled.lip-smacking two-pagers&amp;nbsp;among hundreds...of lies.it is all well as long as there'sa cover to boast of.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2896411/</link>
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			<title>Scar Their Spheres</title>
			<description>die of those deaths,hunt them down--scar their spheres.sap their thrills,crossbone theirstarvation with a&amp;nbsp;lack of fear.canvas their haunts,while they too sleep.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2896404/</link>
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			<title>Visit Certain Parts</title>
			<description>there's a storm--let it beinner, that will take &amp; take&amp; take.with no end.set to visit certain parts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2896393/</link>
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			<title>No-body &amp; Sound</title>
			<description>no-body &amp; sound,at different levels--from no-body &amp; sound. convergent between,no-body &amp; sound.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2896309/</link>
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			<title>Sown Together by a Poem</title>
			<description>the bride of Frankenstein is sown together by a poem.every stitch a letter.read when death takes a step toward death.with the shocked side-stripes of her conical blowout.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2896291/</link>
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			<title>Ready to Bathe </title>
			<description>a valley distributes its content--a sloshing shadow ready to bathe feet.</description>
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			<title>Twittering Mice</title>
			<description>twittering mice that filltheir stomachs withmolding.a hole unto a hole.lentil-eyes, skull-fucked.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2895790/</link>
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			<title>Black Rasberries</title>
			<description>there's something highlyendearing about a bluish latex glove, under starklights.about to perform surgery.</description>
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			<title>Snow Obeys Weather </title>
			<description>snow obeys weather,even being fingerprintedfor quality assurance.hail does not--firing downbaseballs in sweltering heat.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2895357/</link>
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			<title>Brought in by Wanderers</title>
			<description>cave paintingsaren't famished--from bone to grisle.brought in by wanderers.flame spread its brilliant mind onrock formation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2895333/</link>
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			<title>An Owl's Speck</title>
			<description>an owl hangs upside-down from a twig with aone-inch diameter.not knowing if ityawns or sighs.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/k777mark/2895317/</link>
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			<title>May Find Cloth</title>
			<description>isolated experiences may find cloth for a leper.chased out of backalleys.</description>
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			<title>To Preserve its Opening</title>
			<description>ambivalence outstands itsgift ability, by an unusuallythoughtful wrapping.shaken by hands, only topreserve its opening.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Floating Silverware </title>
			<description>night is mostlyluminous,if not all so.occurring once.</description>
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			<title>Foregoing Walls</title>
			<description>having dealt meditational&amp;nbsp;applications of paint to theforegoing walls of a bedroom.a more youthy white crackedopen over aging eggshell.all the same, as if uniformlysheen.try as it may, a paint rollerleaves a frumpy stripe fromcorner to ceiling.begging for brushwork.it's an intimate little chatw..</description>
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			<title>Cadenced Lolly</title>
			<description>conflicting emotions makethe airbrushed poniesof a carousel puke.ripping them off theircadenced lolly.</description>
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			<title>Turning Sideways</title>
			<description>as extraordinarily giftedperformance artistwalks around as ahalf.turning sideways as notto be seen.</description>
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			<title>Purple Honey</title>
			<description>a paper mache beehive,rounded off to octagonalholes.spitting out purple honey.its albino queen bee breaksit open with her stinger, shehappens to monopolize theentire space.</description>
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			<title>Cemented by Wet Sand</title>
			<description>an orangey-red plastic toytugboat, the size of an eightyr. old's palm--is pulled outto sea.painting by number via ripple,glowing like a stubborn ember.it briefly idled in your standardlysized sand bucket--bearing thelikeness of a ripe watermelon'sskin, streaks &amp;amp; all.cemented by wet sand, to its ..</description>
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