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			<title>Even God Didn't Notice</title>
			<description>d poem is self explanatory</description>
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			<title>My Crowquill nib.</title>
			<description>what inspires an artist? perhaps no one except the artist himself feels that.</description>
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			<title>Is This what we want???!!!!</title>
			<description>this is not a story....... but sadly writer's cafe gave me no other suitable type.
its some plain simple words dat says abt my pains to see d fast diminishing magic of my beloved magical city...'Calcutta'</description>
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			<title>It's coming.</title>
			<description>1 day while taking a walk on a late autumn morning d lite cool breeze formd dese lines in my mind. I 1st wrote dese lines in d last page of a very special frnd's book.recently i came across it n thot of sharn it.</description>
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			<title>The lighted lighter</title>
			<description>i guess the poem is enough to describe what i want to.</description>
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