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		<description>The original writings of author blueseeker</description>
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			<title>world</title>
			<description>walking the world,looking for an alternative growtha new path unexploredtaking larger steps,following perhaps a dangerous&amp;nbsp;muse&amp;nbsp;new scenes arise, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; now&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;finding the true inner soulsonce stolen by themdestination soon solved&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; conceiving..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/1100106/</link>
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			<title>a satisfied mind</title>
			<description>insipired by jeff buckley</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/1072626/</link>
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			<title>~~~</title>
			<description>My mind cannot seem to find a clear path.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/1059711/</link>
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			<title>just a walk</title>
			<description>this walk filled with irate curiosity&amp;nbsp;stomping innocent leavesi question this world,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; humanity.we judge without guiltonly then conforming&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; to belong.this walk&amp;hellip;is my world.reality.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/1034326/</link>
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			<title>stream of time</title>
			<description>New days of unique themeidling towards paths of unfamiliarity.Quickly these days passfinding their ordinary niche.Experiences mending to memorieslimiting these routes of change.Naturally, days are chosenshortly confining these paths&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/1026477/</link>
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			<title>limitations</title>
			<description>existential limitations&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; for this is reality.importance always unfoldingthough stuck here, confined.yet a purpose is broughtto perceive as we&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/994843/</link>
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			<title>a brief serenity </title>
			<description>crisp sounds forming&amp;nbsp; through the hushed leaves.gentle songs outlining&amp;nbsp; the silent language among game.change of color emerging&amp;nbsp; over this existence.&amp;nbsp;a moment of old rapture. .&amp;nbsp;	repeatSs</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/992428/</link>
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			<title>Conformity</title>
			<description>The value of truthoften misheard. The body of timefighting for purpose.&amp;nbsp;Yet, both coexists never understood.&amp;nbsp;Perhaps, both remainas hollow shadows in which we are to conform.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for an audience of one?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/976415/</link>
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			<title>crossing distance</title>
			<description>Crossing upon an openingachieving the flux&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Feelings surrender to the unfamiliar.Curiosity settling within each stepFarther. through quest.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Emerging through distance.In the far distance another viewis born.&amp;nbsp;&amp;hellip;.cross. and&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/975670/</link>
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			<title>time tour</title>
			<description>Hear the past,from silence to store only Earths vibrations.Present to come,fusing in life&amp;rsquo;s melodygaining more movement.Meet time with spontaneity.&amp;hellip;.change and hum.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/958165/</link>
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			<title>sole</title>
			<description>I drink the heat from the sun.This guilty pleasure slowly incinerates&amp;nbsp;the breaths from within.&amp;nbsp;Mentally spaced,a high never before explored.More delayed inhales now&amp;nbsp;trapped beneath time.A heavy exhale soon will acceptI drink the heat from the sun.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/941824/</link>
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			<title>The Tales of a Strange Detective </title>
			<description>From a childhood around constant burglary,Alfonzo Homes is the most clever of them all.The gift of astute logical reasoning is what got him the job,Consulting high school detective always in search to solve.His appearance are such as to strike the most casual observer,In height he is rathe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/921001/</link>
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			<title>utopia</title>
			<description>that expeditionin which meaning told truth,paths offered only fulfillment,unsinkable confidence aroused,and all expectations ceased.that expedition&amp;nbsp;plungedfor an unfathomable journey</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/853050/</link>
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			<title>An Eye</title>
			<description>a black holeencompassed by blue.within,&amp;nbsp;a hollow soulrevealed it true.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/827003/</link>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>This being within craves for death. This seed continues to grow, immersing faster than I am able to aquire. Alienation has become my only freedom. &amp;nbsp;This ill society has become my cage. Trapped within&amp;nbsp;incessant judgment, lies, money&amp;hellip;why&amp;hellip;why.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/816313/</link>
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			<title>Release</title>
			<description>Still. the company, the comfort,sound of solid drops.&amp;nbsp;Thoughts cluttered,flashbacks, reflections, uncertainty.Slowly, comesreliefthe company, the comfort.&amp;nbsp;Soon, this weightless bodyoverrides myself.the company, the comfort,Released.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/791657/</link>
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			<title>1147</title>
			<description>the title has no specific meaning...it was the time i wrote it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/770138/</link>
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			<title>---</title>
			<description>An effortless serenity,embracing inevitable swirling intonationsand scrutiny filling the mind.&amp;nbsp;The new escape,providing autonomyand determined meditation.&amp;nbsp;A delicate habitat,thriving with purityand ineludible pulchritude.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/770134/</link>
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			<title>encountering</title>
			<description>a soft whisperspeaks from behind.a look backto see formation of tears.strangera queer conversationspoken only with passion.an identitysoon changed.a memoryforever to remain.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/770010/</link>
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			<title>Tree</title>
			<description>Always,It has been t.h.e. perfectionnever with a hint of judgement&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; . only left to be.&amp;nbsp;The effect.Solitary silence revealing&amp;nbsp; the unsung.Colors, interpreting&amp;nbsp; the disposition.&amp;nbsp;Requiring no patienceAlways,it will remain to be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/769958/</link>
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			<title>A Summer Day</title>
			<description>aloft the wild blue yondergazing upon the tumbling clouds,somber.yet so subtle.&amp;nbsp;laying amidst tall barks,im only able to relish with a muted awe.&amp;nbsp;soon envy replaces my wonder,how free and curing they will always will be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueseeker/769954/</link>
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