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			<title>The Storm</title>
			<description>Dark Scudding drifts bribed the rainTwittering birds chattered on my window painThunder shattered glasses filled with braveryFear slowly moved like abolishment of slaveryThe clouds plaited a lightning love knot into the skySeduced the heavens as the leaves began to flyThe wind danced amidst the gust..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevincarib3/2772085/</link>
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			<title>The Rasta man</title>
			<description>Haile Selassie, extracted from the blood of SolomonDescend upon all peopleBall heads alike, one people uniteRasta man righteousness unequivocalThe Rasta man look past negative connotationsGive all brethren hopeNostrils and lips exemplify unfaltering loveSustained by calmness from Ganja smokeGanja, o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevincarib3/2772084/</link>
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			<title>A lover's tasteless temptation</title>
			<description>Set off by griefBegins and eerie chapterWritten in tainted bloodReveals a tale of fraudulent loveAnd hidden secrets of a murderous plotI tramp my feet on all their soulsThey all belong to my ringI am hunted by a muster of thoughtsThey quickened my steps to write this secretMy life is a mixture of bl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevincarib3/2772082/</link>
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			<title>immortality</title>
			<description>The day ruled cool and crispAs it came to me like a conscienceMy temperature climbed well above the normalAnd sweat poured through every inch of my bodyMy blisters bled freely through torn socksAnd tears welcomed this moment absurdityDeath came and laughedBut jolted off in another directionUnable to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevincarib3/2771826/</link>
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			<title>Death</title>
			<description>The Parting DaysInvoke a solemn stillnessMy wondering thoughtsAre molested by a cunning darknessThe pealing funeral hymnsSwell notes of deathSwallow twittering mock the crows&amp;nbsp;As I implore a last fleeting breathSneered by sinAnd scorned by time as he wheels a droning flightDemons snicker, ambiti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevincarib3/2771824/</link>
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			<title>To embrace desires</title>
			<description>But I am that of a stuffed manWho wears his faithFastened&amp;nbsp;like that of a beltBucked with such profound uncertaintyPestilence oh pestilenceOf undying desireI pray that thou speak in sober judgementTis once the prayer of temptations&amp;nbsp;demiseWhat fire by haps earthly&amp;nbsp;water shall not outNot..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevincarib3/2771821/</link>
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			<title>Innocent</title>
			<description>He tasted the acridnessOf the lurking tomorrowsA crooked systemSealed his fateHis mind was at a prolonged scuffleAs the cold tears trickled&amp;nbsp;down his tired faceHis hurt was drenchedIn superficial rough watersEchoes of innocenceTaunted him at nightConfined to mirror wallsWhich cast another mans r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kevincarib3/2771819/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>Time crept like a little child's feetHe sat looking over&amp;nbsp;His shoulderAs he fixed himself a seatHe rested for he was tiredHad always long desiredThat his breath would mute the nightSo he would not have to fetch lightFor the impatient dayHe saw many mornings dieAnd oh how the cunning nights tryto..</description>
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