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		<description>The original writings of author Dia</description>
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			<title>By the Squares</title>
			<description>All of which you possessUntimely figurative to a narrative.You submit upon no fantasy.Rather, it devotes as a mere pawnMercilessly sufficing for pleasure,A paradise for the thinker&amp;rsquo;s mind.Emotion begins,rapturing my tendonsAs if another asset for yours to keep.Imagination bores you,So what sho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/3122271/</link>
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			<title>Surfacing </title>
			<description>Disc cracks leafed over.Swallowing sage complexion,Sunken into abyssal sand.Layered upon translucent shades,Glistening depth evokes.&amp;nbsp;Leaching through to a hushed face.Impersonating the reflection of whom&amp;nbsp;Without breath,&amp;nbsp;could only remain silenced.Seaweed barbs entangled,Rays of light ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/3116027/</link>
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			<title>Beautification of Death</title>
			<description>I reached in, Expecting to grab your heart.It was there, beating in its flesh.Aching and quivering from having been exposed.It sung to the sailor&amp;rsquo;s motioning,Moving intensely, shortly.What my fingers touched was greater,The soft decapitation of a soul.May it need mending, I am appeased by the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2958466/</link>
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			<title>Marked, in Obstruction</title>
			<description>Blemished with a saturated decimal of time;An animal's claws raked endlessly,Through the wits of memory lane.They look upon their beastly figure,Perished by the untamed sight of a stranger.So lost in a bind of rose thorns that scarcely absorbed the breath,Of what once configured all meaning to carry..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2954739/</link>
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			<title>Interpretation</title>
			<description>Blue hued eyes,They bruised a tender world.Colours trailed like a flooding mess,Creating breakage to all structure.Moving form into minuscule piecesLike a melting iceberg.It&amp;rsquo;s muscle disengaged all life,relentlessly weighed under the layers of blue.Wearing pitied sadness...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2952461/</link>
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			<title>Gluttonous heart prey</title>
			<description>Your lips parted for breath,Unfolding letters into a story.I sat across from you,Your eyes narrowed with unfamiliarity.A gaze which gauges you like a deer in headlights.Eyes- how they allure.&amp;nbsp;Like a soul reaper I stir,Trembling your guts with my silver spoon.Soundly against the metal potBeneath..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2944056/</link>
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			<title>Reflection, Another</title>
			<description>Hold me at arm&amp;rsquo;s length,I beg you not stir away once again.Eyes I despise, they run with no tomorrow.Navigate with your views,turn me away from hindsight.Air we share,&amp;nbsp;I only hold the loving despair.With each word that falls off the tip of your tongue.Each breath, resentfully escaping wit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2927466/</link>
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			<title>Mother Moon</title>
			<description>On the birth of that very day, you&amp;rsquo;ll wonder whom she gave birth to.The world, which was her oyster, had she fallen in love with so dearly.&amp;nbsp;From the wings of a befallen being that flowed charismatic passion with each motion,So to tend to the love of her life.A being which stirred such gro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2925135/</link>
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			<title>A Flower's Death</title>
			<description>I decided to do a poem on a generated word which happened to be: 'Pure'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2924743/</link>
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			<title>Unknown to Me</title>
			<description>Agony which runs with no tomorrow.It embraces my sorrow with a callousnessso tragically awakened at the sight of my soul.How am I to act crestfallen with disparityAt the chase of my own will.My stars of hope, even their glow dissipates willingly.As if to defy the one soul the body ow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2924605/</link>
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			<title>Coffee Whom People Adore</title>
			<description>For I stay still like a coffee mug half empty, left cold.Once filled with the presence of warmth, bitter yet sweet.How many times you&amp;rsquo;ve used me over and over again.I only serve one purpose.To hold my coffee until you no longer seek for me.The coffee scented fog.&amp;nbsp;It howls an itching aroma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dearie/2883641/</link>
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