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			<title>Permission to reminisce</title>
			<description>Whenever I allow myself to think of love, my mind runs&amp;nbsp;To the chambers where secret memories are stored,In sealed chests, on high unreachable shelves, deterring me&amp;nbsp;From opening, dreaded Pandora boxes, stripped of hope.Yet sometimes the endeavour to reminisce overwhelming&amp;nbsp;Feelings I st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1944731/</link>
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			<title>Being you</title>
			<description>Granted the sense of sight, I see&amp;nbsp;What you see, reflections of light, betweenInfrareds and ultraviolets, a little portionOf the electromagnetic spectrum, unhiddenTo our vision, only guessing the wonders of XAnd Gamma rays, while playing with colours.Entrusted with a mind able to recognise and r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1943898/</link>
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			<title>Sheltered</title>
			<description>Sheltered in deep abysses, envelopedBy the soft touch of translucent salted fluids,Voluptuous fluctuating bodies of enthralling creaturesInhabit the unscathed aquatic spheres, impishly enjoyingThe uncountable marvels of spirited marine existence.Secret currents carry turtles migrating tenThousand mi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1935497/</link>
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			<title>Inexistent Emptiness</title>
			<description>In darkness the absence of light sparklesMan&amp;rsquo;s reflection on notions of nothingness.Empty space ultimately devoided of purposeAs space unhosting objects loses function.Empty minds deprived of thoughts and imagination,Unable of creation. Empty bodies ceasing to pumpBlood where it belongs, for h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1935494/</link>
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			<title>Storing Truth</title>
			<description>As a child I struggled many a timeWith notions of rights and wrongs,Searching in the voice of parentsThrough approval and scoldingLessons to identify misconducts.As an adolescent I began to challengeConventional behaviours strivingTo find my peers&amp;rsquo; admiration, longConsiderations over good and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1935492/</link>
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			<title>Vessels</title>
			<description>We surprise ourselves with the ability to feelEmotions run so deep in our veins, swallowingUs into the abysses of irrationality, castingUs throughout oceans filled with promises,High hopes and expectations, dreams of wildCurrents tearing us apart, tempests at sea,Shipwrecks adrift.Elevated by the no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1934390/</link>
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			<title>My black strong never lover</title>
			<description>just in case it is not clear, this poem is about coffee!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1934388/</link>
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			<title>Babel thoughts</title>
			<description>Anthropology suggests there was a timeWhen no communication was spoken by men,Merely embryonic sounds to expressPrimitive thoughts, until development calledFor evolution to inspire, words holding meaning.Religion narrates archaic stories of Babel,Of a common tongue bonding civilisationsBuilding a To..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1932405/</link>
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			<title>The Dealer</title>
			<description>The place was the unexpected carefree hostOf several tipsy nights wettedBy friendly toasts and temporary infatuations,Lasting the duration grantedBy gulping red clepsydras measuringTime with the flow of inebriating substances.My passion alas soon drove to the abolishmentOf such street hours of darkn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1932206/</link>
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			<title>Beguiling blessings</title>
			<description>Come with me, I&amp;rsquo;ll show you whereThe wonders sparkle beguiling blessingsArousing perceptions of gratitude innateTo heedless humans in lack of deceptions.Irrefutable eternal verities unfoldingElegantly before disallowing eyes&amp;nbsp;On the expanding canvas made of spaceMoulding elements of plasma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1930888/</link>
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			<title>Shamans or World News 14.06.2017</title>
			<description>Much like the Mayans thousands of years before,Granting 2012 the honour to hostAn apocalyptic end of the world,Peruvian shamans now declare2017 the yearOf turbulence and widespread war.The healers thus reunite on a hill,&amp;nbsp;In the capital of Lima to performCleansing rituals able to preventThe fata..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1930228/</link>
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			<title>Something Rather Than Nothing</title>
			<description>Though some believed that just as beautySpace was in the eye of the beholder,An abstract justification for human experienceOf matter and its motion,An ancient thinker, by history called the Great,Asserted with conviction, it simply did not exist.&amp;nbsp;Nothing was not a concept of nature&amp;nbsp;Abhorri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1929873/</link>
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			<title>All the times I said yes</title>
			<description>I believein never speaking the words,&amp;lsquo;Shouldhave&amp;rsquo; and &amp;lsquo;would have&amp;rsquo;, enemiesOf theSelf.&amp;nbsp;Though manywere the timesI shouldhave, would have knownBetter,&amp;nbsp;Lifetreated me well. Bad moments Acknowledgedas necessary paths,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1929460/</link>
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			<title>Observation</title>
			<description>Little difference between&amp;nbsp;Cherry blossom and birth,&amp;nbsp;Of tadpoles, lions and stars,Reflections of light&amp;nbsp;In refractile eyes.Everything in motionSet to evolve,Into a thousand wondersAs the Universe&amp;nbsp;Expands,Creating distances&amp;nbsp;Amongst objects striving&amp;nbsp;To reunite,As All that e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1929139/</link>
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			<title>The Magician</title>
			<description>Traces of tiredness excavate deep into his skin,Daily, as I enter with a volatile smile, weekly,In search of my dose of earthly blood, pretendingI am blind to my perception, neglecting my intuition.Assumptions lead to consider he&amp;rsquo;s always had oneToo many, and perhaps something more, should I g..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1929138/</link>
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			<title>Tremors</title>
			<description>Tremblinghe entered the bar with a cheerful smile,In a darkgreen suit and a Panama hat.Sun-driedwrinkles on his face and handsDotted withbrown liver spots, passage of time.&amp;nbsp;Buttons ofhis white shirt open to the trunk,Romansummer at last, a little too scorchin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1927398/</link>
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			<title>Feathers and lead</title>
			<description>WhenArchimedes jumped out of his bathtubShouting &amp;lsquo;Eureka&amp;rsquo;naked down the streets,He hadfinally found a way to uncover The deceiton behalf of His Majesty&amp;rsquo;s goldsmith.&amp;nbsp;Had he stolengold replacing it with silverWhile carvingthe divine wreath com..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1926414/</link>
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			<title>Stardust in our bones</title>
			<description>Neutrons, protons and electrons composeThe entirety of atoms pervading The All,Forming bewildering matter, objects and substances,Ranging from dust to stars, planets, galaxies,Superclusters, organisms, oxygen and water,Living creatures.Neutrons and protons in turn made of quarks,Elementary particles..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1925420/</link>
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			<title>Social Animal</title>
			<description>What marvellous creatures those biped ants,Inhabiting the terrestrial little dust sphere, third from its star.A naturally social animal &amp;ldquo;living in a complex social colony,with one or more breeding queens.&amp;rdquo;What organised creatures those biped ants,Arranging themselves in a hierarchical ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1924616/</link>
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			<title>Surviving Will</title>
			<description>I am double the age I was, in my darkest hour,When nothing seemed to be, quite right,When I gazed extensively into the depthsOf my abyssal dark brown eyes, only to fallDesperately in love with my Self and realise,No one could ever care for meAs much as I.I am double the age I was, in my darkest hour..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1924615/</link>
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			<title>Black Canvas</title>
			<description>For too long they believedYou were static, finiteIn time and space,An inanimate backgroundTo existence, a black canvasDotted with stars, awkwardlyEvolving around us.Forever will I be in ecstasyBefore you, your mightAnd dynamic motions,So perfectly tuned as to provideHumankind with life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1924613/</link>
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			<title>Crowds</title>
			<description>Watching the crowd I ponderOn all the crowds that came before,Since the first chimps gatheredIgnoring what they might become,And I question, &amp;lsquo;Does this crowd know?&amp;rsquo;Demonstrating for peace, mourning the victims,Demanding revenge, &amp;lsquo;obliterate&amp;rsquo; another crowd,&amp;lsquo;Kill &amp;rsquo;e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1924261/</link>
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			<title>Chomolungma</title>
			<description>n.b.: Chomolungma is the Chinese name for Mount Everest, meaning Goddess Mother of the Universe, 29,028 feet high.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1923299/</link>
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			<title>Coriolis Effect</title>
			<description>On the nature of Wind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1922986/</link>
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			<title>Indivisible</title>
			<description>When ancient Greeks dwelt upon notionsOf matter and its nature, formulating philosophiesOf physics to grasp and get a glimpse at the Universe,A single common inspired idea, bound them all in reflection:&amp;lsquo;Nothing comes into existence from nothing&amp;rsquo;.There had to be eternal surviving basic el..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1921755/</link>
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			<title>Them, Myself</title>
			<description>Seclusion leads to wonderForgetting the sound of my voice,As speaking loses purposeAnd observation becomes my only drive.A square with benches surrounded by treesPebbles clattering as kids would climb onThe mighty statue of an ancient judge.A spot I made my own.Random people passing by, fewTake shel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1921227/</link>
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			<title>Colour Vibration</title>
			<description>On post-modern humanity</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1920814/</link>
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			<title>Khr&amp;#333;ma</title>
			<description>On Synaesthesia and Achromatopsia</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1920782/</link>
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			<title>Make Believe</title>
			<description>She did not know,Or so she thought.She did not know,Or so they made her believe.And believe she did,They were many,They had to know.Temporary doubtAvoidance of arroganceHumbleness needed.Did she have it?Did they?To know not to know,To question.Eternal dustEphemeral shapesSuggestions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1920250/</link>
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			<title>New Spaces for New Parents</title>
			<description>I was officially born in the 17th&amp;nbsp;century.My homeland was England.My parents were many.They conceived me in coffeehouses.I was officially born in the 17th&amp;nbsp;century,When the crowns of Scotland and England united,When James VI, King of Scots,Ascended to the throne of England as James I;When c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1920249/</link>
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			<title>Stories of the Past</title>
			<description>Once upon a timeYou were important.Once upon a timeThey were inquisitive.They listened.They asked.They were fascinated and marvelledBy your stories of the past,Neglected by fault of ignoranceSought for through awe-inspiring curiosity.They believed you possessedWisdom and experience,Knowledge of the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1920248/</link>
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			<title>Air in a bottle</title>
			<description>It once belonged to imaginationScience-fiction novelsApocalyptic moviesScary jokes,Our worst nightmares.It once was free for all,No one being could claimProperty over the volatileSubstance.No one being would dare,Fearing the rise of horrorAnd rage.New businesses for lingeringProblems.Failure to succ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1919754/</link>
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			<title>The curl before my eye</title>
			<description>Self-portrait</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aurorakastanias/1919275/</link>
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