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		<description>The original writings of author alexandria.</description>
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			<title>earthquake</title>
			<description>a funny love i've got for youa slow low rumbling earthquake&amp;nbsp;lovethat goes unnoticed and doesn't register as anythingbut a heartbeatout of rhythm for a momentand then a wave.one that swallowsevery creature living in my dreams.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandria./683701/</link>
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			<title>collection</title>
			<description>let us collect things our hands will never holdlike silence in doorways to undiscovered spaces&amp;nbsp;recollections of dreams, and freckles.we will collect sunsets and electric wind,rooms full of rainbow shadows, whispers,snow storms and incorrect lyrics to songs.yes, we'll search for things that brig..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandria./683688/</link>
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			<title>trinity </title>
			<description>we ate fruit to cure my hang overin the grass			in the sunand i grabbed your hand.	you wanted to hold a gun to my headi just wanted to touch your scar		we're&amp;nbsp;twins, electrically.&amp;nbsp;once you ran awaywe rode the bus and i was gonequicka memory of&amp;nbsp;a crazy girl,&amp;nbsp;			loved.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandria./683659/</link>
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			<title>city</title>
			<description>i will like to look around&amp;nbsp;at the deep brown ribbon and silver green sparklesand yes i'll smile with the boy who laughs at the way i move so slowly, some thing cupped in my two handsi will remember little faces framed in autumn-colored hair&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;stare at the tiny tic of a date to decod..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandria./683655/</link>
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			<title>moon</title>
			<description>thenewspaper&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a shining silver sparkled handbagiceglistening water falls from roofand noone lends a sawfor nobirds to come, yetand noshadows, like puppets&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; or poppy seeds&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexandria./683638/</link>
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