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			<title>Second Chance</title>
			<description>Everybody deserves a second chance..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malavika/1073398/</link>
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			<title>Down The Memory Lane</title>
			<description>Going down the memory lane,It all gushes back.The books tucked behind the shelves,Hidden, saved from the accusing eyes.The hours spent with the dishes,A spoon in hand. No pen.The wolfish stares of a hundred men.The hands of society, always holding back.The chains I fought so hard to break,Changing s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malavika/1070605/</link>
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			<title>Hanna's Awful Day</title>
			<description>Hanna&amp;rsquo;s jaw almost dropped right to the floor.Seriously, she felt like she had entered an alien world &quot; somewhere far away from this Earth.Firstly, there were these overwhelming scents &quot; some sickeningly sweet, others mild and tempting. But when they rushed up her nose altogether, she felt lik..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malavika/1058940/</link>
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			<title>Rules</title>
			<description>Do you break rules?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malavika/1055688/</link>
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			<title>The Enemy</title>
			<description>The enemy has come. Would you face you fear? Or run away?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malavika/1055680/</link>
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			<title>The Silver Ribbon</title>
			<description>There it was again &amp;#2013266048;&quot; the sparkling silver ribbon.&amp;nbsp;I saw it first in my dreams. Random as my dreams always were, I used to see myself chasing it. The scenes would be different every time. I had chased it through breathtaking valleys and under the sea. Even in total darkness, I&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malavika/1055675/</link>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>Words, powerful thingsSome may inspire,Others trample.Words, weird thingsDo they mean what they say?You never know.Words, strange thingsThey fail us when happyThey fail us when sad.Words, tricky thingsSometimes they clearSometimes confuseWords, relentless thingsThey make life easyThey make life hard..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malavika/1055670/</link>
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			<title>Those Days</title>
			<description>I remember those daysWhen I was young, full of life.My beauty and wealthMesmerized&amp;nbsp;minds.I remember those daysWhen I was the inspiration.I was wanted and loved.I was tended and preserved.I remember those daysBefore I&amp;nbsp;grayed,Before my blood was drained,Before my wealth was plundered.Now the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Malavika/1055333/</link>
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