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			<title>Fall Decay</title>
			<description>The decay of the leaves is a physical presence&amp;nbsp;The smell of sweetrot invades the lungs&amp;nbsp;and as brown spotstake over the fallen pieces of sunshinepeople coo in aweIt isn&amp;rsquo;t special&amp;nbsp;it isn&amp;rsquo;t even veryprettybut still it is adoredPerhaps for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thesepaperbones/681513/</link>
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			<title>Break Away</title>
			<description>I see yousitting in that housewrapped in the chains&amp;nbsp;they draped around youwhy didn&amp;rsquo;t you fight it?try to push them away?but now it is too latethey hug youand mockhoping to be your terrible downfallwith the word &amp;ldquo;love&amp;rdquo; on their lips..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thesepaperbones/681077/</link>
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			<title>Bounce</title>
			<description>words tumble and bounce like clothes in the dryer&amp;nbsp;They mesmerize me&amp;nbsp;and I reach in topick one single wordIt&amp;rsquo;s like taking a piece of pie and gobbling it up&amp;nbsp;It tastes so sweet&amp;nbsp;and feels thick in mystomach&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Each time I w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thesepaperbones/681072/</link>
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			<title>Things I Lack</title>
			<description>There are many things I lackthe right words for promiseskisses for the deadlips that make the angels singand eyes made for sinI lack the courage to say what I feeland the power to push you awayI cower insteadaway in the winds of changechurning like teenage sto..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thesepaperbones/681069/</link>
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			<title>Imagine Me</title>
			<description>An imaginary friend tells the story of her life. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thesepaperbones/680850/</link>
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			<title>Eden</title>
			<description>They were curled in tousled sheetsNaked bodies as innocent as Adam and Eve with arms around each otherThey are the childish couple&amp;nbsp;in love so clearlythey are blind&amp;nbsp;Not to each other&amp;rsquo;sfaults&amp;nbsp;they know thosebut they look through stained glass at..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thesepaperbones/680844/</link>
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			<title>Clasp</title>
			<description>a poem about bodies and love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thesepaperbones/680839/</link>
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