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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>An unassumingbeautyunsure of her waysmisunderstandby her own - her own selfAnchored.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; unable to reach shoreunwilling to t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hamze/1110637/</link>
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			<title>Africa</title>
			<description>Oh Africa. Cursed with beauty. Abused for bounty.Numerous times have men from foreign shores claimed you for their own.&amp;nbsp;Bewildered by your liveliness, your blessings, your radiance.Countless wars have been fought for your love.&amp;nbsp;Countless men have died from your seduction...</description>
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			<title>Imagine</title>
			<description>Imagine.where will she gowhen her wings turn greywhen her call grows oldWill she turn to the offspring she raised?or will the waves of time disperse it's bondHow will she apologise for her pastfor those she neglected, to those who caredWhen they leaveWill she reminisce on a life unfulfilled?or o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hamze/1097866/</link>
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			<title>Hustle</title>
			<description>Hustle. &amp;nbsp;A tireless adversary. An unrelentling foe. &amp;nbsp;The cousin of persistance. The son of struggle. &amp;nbsp;The great differentiator of man and meek. The great equalizer of classes. &amp;nbsp;Born from resentment. Raised in hardship. &amp;nbsp;Triumphant in life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hamze/1095342/</link>
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			<title>Muslimah</title>
			<description>They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder &amp;nbsp;But this beauty, this beauty is&amp;nbsp;effervescent, ever enduring&amp;nbsp;completely consuming. Shakespearean in its captivity.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For he who lusts for the sake of lust &amp;nbsp;To those who seek their desires of nothing. &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hamze/1095184/</link>
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			<title>Audrey Hepburn</title>
			<description>We rise and fall.&amp;nbsp;We judge ourselves based on what others see relevant We never stop to think. Why am I here? What motivates me to get up in the morning?Are we motivated by the need to pay bills, to stay afloat? &amp;nbsp;Have we disregarded our hopes and dreams of our childhood as chil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hamze/1058817/</link>
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