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			<title>Beauty is a tyrant</title>
			<description>Beauty is a tyrantIt yields its power through its sheer force of beingNo thoughts, resolve, effort can stand on par with its mere presenceSimply, innocently, unawareOr aware, it is. &amp;nbsp;Why do your eyes gleam the way they do? My eyes forget reality as they drown int..</description>
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			<title>Secret Sufi</title>
			<description>No matterwhere you go, what you doYou willfind that which you seek, only in Me.&amp;nbsp;You cantravel to your heart's content, oh GypsyBut whatyou seek and truly desire is the journey within.&amp;nbsp;You maylove and celebrate the beauty of faces and formsBut what..</description>
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			<title>Stop it</title>
			<description>This is the angry voice of women all across who are subject to moral policing. To those who tell us what to wear, how to act, what to speak, what is good, or a sin, or right, or wrong, I say, 'stop!'</description>
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			<title>Beyond definitions</title>
			<description>Written for a poetry contest -- Dark is Beautiful. </description>
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			<title>Empty room</title>
			<description>Missing you Amma.Home, just not the same without you.I see the empty room, my mind incapable of believing.I wait unknowingly, to watch&amp;nbsp;you go about your daily routine. My eyes look hard into space, trying to trace you back into presence.But I just stare into empty space. For you are not c..</description>
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