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			<title>remedy</title>
			<description>Found poetry from a magazine article.</description>
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			<title>m t-54 battle tank</title>
			<description>filigree and lacearmamentsfor the Martha Stewartt-54 battle tankspecial editioncupholders, mountedrail gunswith thosepink bullets(a spring colour)the latest thing,best technology, up to dategraceful home livingentertainby the flickering lightof burning buildingscozy n..</description>
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			<title>engrave</title>
			<description>bonemarrow monsterbloodwisp, hauntsthe knifecarve flesh formations&amp;nbsp;to faces.bandage makerstitch stabbed, woundsthe soilbuild marble mutationsto epitaphs.</description>
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			<title>thermodynamics</title>
			<description>self-esteem evaporates,sometimes sublimateshot fog condensethat stings the eyespossibilities proliferatein headlines of exoplanetswith stuck tight star orbitsso close that iron shiftsatmosphere boundno joke when nothing&amp;rsquo;ssolid, rock or otherwiseand tiny light points..</description>
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			<title>road signs</title>
			<description>drive north towardsdeadline, cross border&amp;nbsp;where spring snowsalts the treelinedusted drycold snaps breakrosy glasses brittlebut we go forwardat speed, at willwith the brights on	absent light reminders ofdirectionless pursuit.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alkonost/841277/</link>
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			<title>(hi)story needs characters </title>
			<description>the rubicon crossers&amp;nbsp;are few and far goneno crassy, pomp or ceezto tug the sleepy sheets&amp;nbsp;of historyto iron them, make waves, bedsor dirty themhang them highdry, threads uncountedfor the weavers havegone, fled or deadand no need for sleep stands&amp;nbsp;instead two feet sufficeor six (can work..</description>
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