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			<title>beauty filled</title>
			<description>i wanted to write ABOUT something beautiful todayso i took a sharply pointed shard of glasspushed it into my sternum and began to tear away my flesh...i dug deepto the core of my insides and pulled out mangled and tangled miles of muscle and tissueAND A HALF BEATING ORGAN THAT LOOKED L..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Betweenthekeys/825832/</link>
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			<title>Migration  </title>
			<description> When gold ran out the merchants turned to hateDesign delivered a heartless birth rightThrough many years they bore this twist of fateThat now had lifted to shine a stained lightExalt on high for this day sing sweet praisePerspired in fields to till cotton and caneWhere only choice w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Betweenthekeys/823579/</link>
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			<title>wooden staircases</title>
			<description>(based on Mother to Son by Langston Hughes) </description>
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			<title>how a poem comes to be...</title>
			<description>This is a poem that attempts to explain my writing process...most of the time. </description>
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			<title>attraction</title>
			<description>to bestow upon it a simplistic glanceto smell the copious seduction of romanceto feel the power in a moments chanceto satisfy it with a casual advancethe attraction is in the motion of your hipsnot when you grind but when you dipeven when you feel less than yourselfto me you are beauty t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Betweenthekeys/821771/</link>
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			<title>Drowning</title>
			<description>Drowning under a sea of thick andmurky watersalgae and seaweed seem to clog up my every poreswimming faster and harder than i ever have beforeand still i can&amp;rsquo;t out swim this thing; my every muscle now tired and worethat parasitic green-eyed sea monster; living beneath the ocean flo..</description>
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