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			<title>Am I Enough?</title>
			<description>Am I Enough?Today I didn&amp;rsquo;t go anywhereI wallowed in the heat that strangled my homeTook a seat in the spot that I frequent and listened for the changing winds of timeThey never arrived.In fact it was more of the same&amp;lsquo;You Okay?&amp;rsquo;, &amp;lsquo;Im glad&amp;rsquo;Empty words of intricate meaning..</description>
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			<title>And I Wander</title>
			<description>And I WonderHow 2 Hearts can pull at another with the intensity of a Star only a days trip from my OrbitA Tsunami of emotions exhilarated and on trialCan you stare at a thing and immediately feel the Wind underneath your feet?&amp;nbsp;Fluttering, Flustered&amp;nbsp;No wor-Six 5ivePink SandAnything to keep ..</description>
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			<title>Kaleidoscope Mmeory</title>
			<description>Like the first mirror reflects whats before itI live in the past&amp;nbsp;Anchored by my commitmentsI failed to take that classThe angle of time constricts at a pointSilent in its steps despite how vastRanging millenia little by little&amp;nbsp;The promise is a lie you can not outlast&amp;nbsp;Through the scope..</description>
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			<title>Aisle</title>
			<description>I'll chew my wordsMince them into a soft sponge&amp;nbsp;Cleanse the red rage of piqueReturn them eclairI'll find my feetRotate along the axesSlice through the ladder of fatigueMeet at the Summit where the points meetI'll get my sparkLearn to sharpen my bowSteer the ship with my intuitionBrainstorm idea..</description>
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			<title>Exphoria</title>
			<description>A poem about a lost love; finding yourself but regretting not being able to do so sooner.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PinnochioPluto/2935364/</link>
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			<title>Palm Tree</title>
			<description>Interpret however you see fit.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PinnochioPluto/2935276/</link>
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			<title>Shoot..</title>
			<description>A poem about a photographers journey navigating freelancing and escaping corporate life.</description>
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