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			<title>The Closure</title>
			<description>An exchange between two friends about, one's feelings for another.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashkan5639/1505373/</link>
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			<title>The Kid I was</title>
			<description>When I was a kidI didn&amp;rsquo;t understandDidn&amp;rsquo;t understand many, many things&amp;nbsp;When I was kidI wished to understand How its like to be in painWhat does it mean when someone wants to be on atrainTo runaway&amp;nbsp;I wanted to be part of the game..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashkan5639/526034/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description> Lost,That&amp;rsquo;s the only truthTrapped,By thousands soundIrons reverberating, nails screamingAll I need is for the wind to blowTo take me awayTo a vague memoryTo the essence of innocenceThat was yesterdayThat was eternityTo take me to peace&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashkan5639/488914/</link>
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			<title>Lover Boy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You have arrived too late&amp;nbsp;they don&amp;rsquo;t get it lover boy&amp;nbsp;But you know it&amp;rsquo;s a cruel world&amp;nbsp;And you gotta make it on your own&amp;nbsp;They don&amp;rsquo;t seems to understand &amp;nbsp;that it&amp;rsquo;s the best you can do&amp;nbsp;You tried to make fr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashkan5639/353419/</link>
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			<title>Tired And betrayed</title>
			<description>Tired and betrayedBetrayed by an indifferent worldBetrayed by a misconceptionA misconception posing as realityA reality so lousy does not seem to existA pointless existence, an eternal pendulum swing&amp;nbsp;Someone has left the switch onSomeone had a little funSomeone..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashkan5639/320947/</link>
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			<title>In a bus stop in London</title>
			<description>For all the londoners and people who like to get a glimpse of london (a sunday evening).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashkan5639/320816/</link>
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			<title>Execution of A Criminal</title>
			<description>This is a short story, I wrote last year. 
Warning: The materials are of a disturbing nature.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashkan5639/252128/</link>
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			<title>The hallucinations of a lunatic</title>
			<description>I wrote this very short story around two years ago when I was burning with a fever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashkan5639/251590/</link>
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			<title>In your arms</title>
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