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			<title>Words of Wuji </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The embryo is the breath of my spiritTheword is my creative powerWhatI say, can give life or destroy &amp;nbsp;Conceal me not from the respiration Of the infinite, I need to feel spiritThe Tao guides me to my opposites&amp;nbsp;And with their understanding I exist..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/1151384/</link>
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			<title> Devouring Lives </title>
			<description>I cover metaphysics with poppiesAnd made my philosophy the hunt of AprilDo you remember balconies of youth?&amp;nbsp;That looked out honestly with forgiveness?Thesalt of commerce is onEveryone'shands, they used me &amp;nbsp;And I dare say I used themWith my bread and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/1150839/</link>
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			<title>Opaque Heart of the Fallen Man </title>
			<description>This is the wind seasonThe green wind alive with space and waterVersed in after disastersAfter the death-of-loved-ones&amp;nbsp;Literal or relational, it's all the sameThere is no redemption forThenaked man fallen in battleManyare the uncertain wounds &amp;nbsp;Be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/1150682/</link>
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			<title>Silhouetted with Heartbreak </title>
			<description>Let the air circulate In your lungs, with jealousy For what you couldn't possess&amp;nbsp;For the love you couldn't keepPhysics dictates the bending of attitudesStraight to the archaic figure&amp;nbsp;That was your heart, once thoughtInfallible now irrevocably broken ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/1150666/</link>
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			<title>Maybe I&amp;rsquo;ll Hang on Too </title>
			<description>for Anne</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/1106369/</link>
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			<title>The Miracled Veil </title>
			<description>I used to hope I would be one whom God would noticeBut since then, nature has taught me humility I walk a chiselled suffering source of compassion&amp;nbsp;My ills have turned me insight(inside) out Until all that I am is a, brief empathyA lucky drop of good-will that asks for no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/1106364/</link>
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			<title>Notes on a Finnish Mystic </title>
			<description>Paraphrase from a spiritual friend</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/1106354/</link>
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			<title>Some Ends All Properties Invest </title>
			<description>like love, like love indeed. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/824299/</link>
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			<title>We Surrender Honestly to This </title>
			<description>this is a love poem, ordinary as such special things are. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/822247/</link>
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			<title>Hardly the Stuff of Legend </title>
			<description>Once you have experienced the world, then what?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/709827/</link>
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			<title>Sunset in Brazil </title>
			<description>it's a relief to know the days are long, it's as if the light stretches her skin for our happiness. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-Spencer/709347/</link>
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