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			<title>Silhouette II</title>
			<description>A lit candle so I can trace every curve with my eyes. As a blaze a trail to your naval. Every kiss a gentle pounding of your heart.Fingers gliding softly down your side, and across your smooth hips.I want to taste your lips again.Parting so I can begin to whisk you away to another place and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2026731/</link>
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			<title>Broken Arrow</title>
			<description>The ultimate pain</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2026431/</link>
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			<title>Silhouette </title>
			<description>In the dark, I feel you next to me.A silhouette of softness. You walk by the window and the sheerness of your gown shows the lines i long for.Lay with me. Touch me like only you can touch me. I want to feel like a man. Your man.Be my woman tonight. Kiss the skin you're in. Fingertips and you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2026421/</link>
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			<title>Under this tree</title>
			<description>I would peel this burning flesh off right now but I'm afraid you wouldn't recognize me.From where I sit I see so many ways to leave. A branch, a hill, a road. Has it really come to this? My eyes have seen to much anguish. Too much wrong with this world.Falling like a leaf on a shaking tree.Thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2025804/</link>
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			<title>Under this tree</title>
			<description>I would peel this burning flesh off right now but I'm afraid you wouldn't recognize me.From where I sit I see so many ways to leave. A branch, a hill, a road. Has it really come to this? My eyes have seen to much anguish. Too much wrong with this world.Falling like a leaf on a shaking tree.Thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2025803/</link>
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			<title>Victim</title>
			<description>Just....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2023336/</link>
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			<title>Something Beautiful</title>
			<description>Inspired by a great friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2022177/</link>
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			<title>Down time</title>
			<description>Just......</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2020917/</link>
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			<title>Gunnery Sgt Ronald Lee Ermey</title>
			<description>Just a short story about one of my idols.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2020373/</link>
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			<title>Restless </title>
			<description>I want to close my eyes. Drift off to slumber in my thoughts. You have been approaching lately. I wonder if you know it.Do you? Will you answer this question tonight? I want to hear your voice. Tell me about the other side. Do you feel safe? Can I see your face. Be my angel. I need time to proce..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2019487/</link>
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			<title>Abyss</title>
			<description>Always the same timeNever the same place.Just like a fine wine.Or a beautiful swath of lace.Always there with me.If I had just one wish.I ask that you leave me alone.Sink into the deep abyss.So I may be on my own.It's not an aching in my heart.But rather, pains in my bones.It's..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2018821/</link>
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			<title>Post street party 1998</title>
			<description>A night at the Post street house, San Francisco, Ca.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2018738/</link>
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			<title>The hurt in the dark</title>
			<description>It tickled, in such a hurtful way. A way no one should have to experience. In the dark, where there were no faces. No traces. No places I could go. You took life from me and made me live with it. All the wrong. The ugly dark wrongs.Ashamed of it all. Yet learned so much from you. How to hate f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Irishmikey/2018732/</link>
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