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			<title>the gap</title>
			<description>synapses snap.permit me to pass.what should be&amp;nbsp;	( b o o m i n g with LIFE)is not.sun sustain light	sun invade cells		sun create life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandabusc1/887200/</link>
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			<title>I AM</title>
			<description>it&amp;rsquo;s suddently solemn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it holds me backand tears me downi swear i can&amp;rsquo;t even hear(certain people are so easily drowned)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandabusc1/792123/</link>
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			<title>Fire</title>
			<description>grounded sorrowleaving dryseizing under stifled cry&amp;ldquo;oh, you fell, in fire&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; he spoke&amp;ldquo;In fire you&amp;rsquo;ll lie...up in smoke!&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandabusc1/792119/</link>
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			<title>Begin with The End in Mind</title>
			<description>begin with the end in mind...(but that is filled with such sorrow)instead, begin as thoughchildhood&amp;rsquo;s return&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (so tragicallyunreturnable)is close at handsmall f i n g e r t i p s&amp;nbsp;are always reaching&amp;nbsp; for the moment ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandabusc1/792084/</link>
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			<title>A Disturbing Insight</title>
			<description>abandoned is the hope&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; clothed ininnocencenever to return.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandabusc1/790223/</link>
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			<title>Wishes</title>
			<description>though i would like to believe&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;that you are celestial,&amp;nbsp;you are not.&amp;nbsp;and that is the biggest blowto my psyche.&amp;nbsp;that we are not forever(of this earth and this body)when i love only youmy best frie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandabusc1/789946/</link>
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			<title>Poem Zero Hour</title>
			<description>it's hard to admitthat you are being knocked off a pedestalyou were never on.it's hard&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;to believe words...&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;when you can see that the words are as thin as airno meaning exists where nothing remainsAdmiration matters.Beauty ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandabusc1/789942/</link>
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			<title>Shift</title>
			<description>Left.Cooler, more refined......and she sings&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; smoke.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (inhaled or not)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandabusc1/789940/</link>
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			<title>You Are Bright</title>
			<description>You are bright, because you are better at the game than I.That is all it is;and so, you are not that very special.You don't need to be distractedby the burning gases and restless matterthat change endlessly above us.I don't see how it's relevantthat you can move straight forwardand I only in halting..</description>
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