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			<title>Morning ray</title>
			<description>Morning morning glowing bright With each sun rays burning light Suspended in rapid animation Each second recreates Gods new Born creation. Swiftly running water flows Tempting us to love in throes Searing burning passionCalls each of us to action Leveling the days new reactio..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/2082896/</link>
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			<title>Does the Angel of Death ever ask for permission </title>
			<description>I heard a voice in my sleep and saw a vision in my head. Does God place desire in a mans heart a desire for eternity. I desire destruction not of the exterior  but of the interior. A self proclaimed self deconstructionalist. Each thought Is fire each rewrite and electrical storm of synapsal connecti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/2060008/</link>
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			<title>Winter Phantoms</title>
			<description>70 mph ghosts float in the snow&amp;nbsp;as my car glides down the frozen road.&amp;nbsp;The lens through which I view the world&amp;nbsp;is smeared with frozen sludge ,&amp;nbsp;snow tornadoes sweep across the highway&amp;nbsp;as gray cloudsmeander above frigid grounds&amp;nbsp;littered with the invisible bones&amp;nbsp;of im..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/2020372/</link>
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			<title>The sense of things not yet lost</title>
			<description>Words are in the treesand they assimilate in the falling pollen&amp;nbsp;it&amp;rsquo;s in the child&amp;rsquo;s laughter&amp;nbsp;in the thick rays of palpable light&amp;nbsp;floating through the Particle mix&amp;nbsp;a subtle music of math&amp;nbsp;numbers that are words&amp;nbsp;and words that are numbers&amp;nbsp;Those Eternal equ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/2020370/</link>
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			<title>Vinegar for his lips</title>
			<description>It's just one more thing to burden my already broken backOne more thing lost I'm trying to be thankful forIt's slipping like water through cracked hands And I've been sent here with a purposeSet before he started the eternal clock To shoulder the strains of every weary aching heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1985188/</link>
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			<title>swallow eternity in its entirety </title>
			<description>We're all just spending timenot spending timebeyond the gateswhat can I do to changethis broken timelinethis reality went wrongso I'll pick anotherfrom the infinite foldI'll kill each stringburn them down untilI find the onewhere we're all togetherand the cancer&amp;nbsp;hasn't&amp;nbsp;taken hold yetmaybe ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1974467/</link>
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			<title>the white noise inter dimensional feedback loop is not the souls of your departed loved ones</title>
			<description>It's day 727:Sending out transmissions&amp;nbsp;through the multiversesearching for the echothat bounce backI can&amp;nbsp;reciprocate only onceif I can find that&amp;nbsp;hidden frequencyone out of the infinite&amp;nbsp;where&amp;nbsp;your spirit vibratesI'll be&amp;nbsp;able to sync&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;vibrational patterns&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1974460/</link>
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			<title>Flowery Things</title>
			<description>If I could stealA little Of your stability And use itTo plant 100 rocksand coax theminto flowery thingsIll start cuttingsome parts offone at a time</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1954407/</link>
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			<title>A Darkest Color</title>
			<description>In a small creviceOf a deep chasmIn an ancient woodSitting hunched over In the darkest partOf a dark cornerI found Satan&amp;nbsp;The once brightest of allAngelsHe was gaunt and starvedaloneHis terrible lightDimmed..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1954405/</link>
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			<title>brother</title>
			<description>When I was born an only child, thefrozen ground was covered in snow. The birth was difficult and mother nearlydied from it. They said I was a difficult child from day one. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have alot of friends growing up. I had a bad temper and I took my frustra..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1950920/</link>
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			<title>coin</title>
			<description>If sadness were a thingIt would be a coin Carried in my pocket&amp;nbsp;The shine worn downFrom constant frictionRattling next to keysAnd bouncing next to lint&amp;nbsp;And one dayA hole would open upAnd out comesThe coinL..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1950913/</link>
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			<title>special</title>
			<description>Impossible to articulate Those certain lossesLove lost in this lifeIs ever sadBecause unlike lifeIt's not promised in the nextIt's hard to articulateAnythingSitting sweating meltingIn a car In the desertEach drop of sweatMy individual lash Of repentance One for ever..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1950909/</link>
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			<title>39.37.17</title>
			<description>39.37.17night gazing reveling in self destructionglazing over all the cracks in my skeletoncreep</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1950908/</link>
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			<title>A beautiful organism</title>
			<description>On the third SundayI thought I heard your voiceYou called my nameAnd I whisperedI&amp;rsquo;m hereyour image collapsedOne particle at a timeI slit open my heartAnd poured the particles inNow I carry your imageIn my blood And it ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1950453/</link>
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			<title>the perfect word (I want)</title>
			<description>I want to find that onePerfect wordThat makes youFall in love With me again&amp;nbsp;I want to burn off One letter at a timeUntil all we&amp;rsquo;re left withIs yours and mine&amp;nbsp;I want to surround MyselfWith empty spac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1950448/</link>
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			<title>while I fell</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I fell through fire, miles and miles of itAnd while I fell I witnessed countlessmiraclesObscure faces glimpsed in pulsing lightA Hidden countenance in the flamesTormented me with angelic hopesThat the burning would cease..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agalata15/1950442/</link>
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