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			<description>This is the beginning of... something.  I found it on my computer and thought I'd throw it up here just to get some feedback.</description>
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			<description>She had a white streak in her black hair, like a wild child fallen from heaven and looking for fun.&amp;nbsp; She walked into Marianne&amp;rsquo;s party, dressed in black lace and fishnets, with stilettos and red lipstick, and every woman in the place pulled their young men a little closer, ..</description>
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			<title>The Composer</title>
			<description>The young man had come into Phillips and Egrets&amp;rsquo; legal office one Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; His grandaunt had recently divorced from her third husband and had the intention of battling for custody of a little Vietnamese girl that she and her ex-husband had adopted five years ago.He had ..</description>
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			<title>Epic Ode to My 1995 Volkswagen Jetta, Standard Engine</title>
			<description>I had this awful piece of crap car that I finally got rid of, but it was so epic I decided it warranted a poem.  This is it :-)</description>
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			<title>To Drown</title>
			<description>You told me you love to swimand we talked of trips to a mountain lake.I floated above the water,testing my abilitybefore pulling you down.No need for a life preserver, I can hold my breath.I wanted to drown,feel the water ripple across my skin,hover within the water...</description>
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			<title>The Storyteller</title>
			<description>Spending a summer searching for poetryfor lines to describe my feelings for you.Now that you&amp;rsquo;re gonethey flow from my fingersand I won&amp;rsquo;t forget.You are a story.I am a storyteller.I turn the page.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jecrisdesreves/400087/</link>
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			<title>I spent the summer looking east</title>
			<description>I spent the summer looking east,the adobe wall soaking in my desire.I poured my blood on pieces of parchment.Every inch of distance sunk into my bones.I crossed offthe daysthe nightsthe minutesuntil I found myself wrapped again in southern summers&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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