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			<title>Dancing</title>
			<description>The air was thinkand the music was dim.And we were dancing.I hadn't danced in years.I thought I'd forgotten howbut I just didn't havethe right parttner.You were graceful as you guidedme along. Never stumbling onlyhesitating,not sure if this was right.I was scared I was doing it wrong.Taking the wron..</description>
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			<title>Dead Nail</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;re unwanted,like the nail hangingonto dead skin.You&amp;rsquo;re annoying and painfulbut I&amp;rsquo;m scared to rip you off.I just cover you up,but the bandage fallsoff in the shower.There I am nakedand forced to look at you.</description>
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			<title>Blanket</title>
			<description>I am not who I used to be.I am new.I am fresh.I am a fresh sheet pulledfrom the dryer.Do you love how I smell?You discarded me.I was dirty.You washed me.Now I am clean.I need a washing machine,not for my own&amp;nbsp;cleanliness,but to be able to be loved by you.I'd rather staya dirty blanket.</description>
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			<title>A Sonnet for Marla</title>
			<description>Your pale skin stretched across your flesh and boneswith your parted lips slowly bleeding smoke.Not resting between your screams and your moans,because to you death is simply a joke.&amp;nbsp;You called with a stomach full of Xanax.I should have listened to you die right there,..</description>
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			<title>Human Cloning</title>
			<description>I am a mass media made prototypedesigned to be different by being exactlythe same as the stars I&amp;rsquo;m sold onwith bright lights and big words.I am another mannequinmade from product placementand media manufactured ideas and concepts.I seek approval by an imaginary audi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliensSleepAbove/707183/</link>
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			<title>Lying With the Opposite Sex</title>
			<description>Thehuman male has the largest penis of any other primate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is what I thought as I poundedmyself into the back of this ignorant girl. She should be thanking me forhaving a penis this size to give her so much pleasure. Tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AliensSleepAbove/706212/</link>
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			<title>Repetitive </title>
			<description>Clocks gears go roundin circles.A spinning patten&amp;nbsp;repeating overand over again.Redundant, repetitive, repeating cycles.Cycles make up the day. Never ending.Going on and on and on&amp;nbsp;Wake up.Go to school.Go to work.Come home.Sleep. Wake up...</description>
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			<title>Different</title>
			<description>A bird doesn&amp;rsquo;t belongat the bottom of thesea.Gasping for airhe has no oxygento breathe.&amp;nbsp;Wet, matted down.Wings can&amp;rsquo;t flap withwaterweighing them down.Fish keep telling him,It&amp;rsquo;ll get bettersomeday.What do fish care?They&amp;rsquo;re..</description>
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