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			<title>Where Is My Mama?</title>
			<description>A mess with the words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/1365113/</link>
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			<title>A New Home</title>
			<description>How 'love' primarily effects us.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/1344167/</link>
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			<title>Masked</title>
			<description>Writing after a long time. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/1220085/</link>
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			<title>If you were here</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Inhale, exhale, Inhale, exhale,Don't leave so soon, I'll be wretched,&amp;nbsp;Rubbing your hands, your daughter said,Hoping this isn't your last breath,&amp;nbsp;You left, you left, you left,Everyone said go on and forget,&amp;nbsp;How can I ever forget,Waterfall tears I cried in pr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/779272/</link>
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			<title>In Remembrance of Jesus- A short story on our negligence.</title>
			<description>Tell me what you think about it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/595012/</link>
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			<title>Nowhere feels like HOME</title>
			<description>A poem, for the times when I feel, there is no one for me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/587583/</link>
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			<title>Articles of silent love</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I always wondered, how could love be described, I pondered, observed, asked and when I felt it, it was something way too different from all the aspects I had learned during my exploration. Love, it touched my fantasy land once too, and then I realised, love is not just about asking, givi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/586217/</link>
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			<title>Pearls For Tears</title>
			<description>Blow clouds of smokes out of my feelings. I care not; I only get hurt.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/561588/</link>
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			<title>Gate Of Surprises</title>
			<description>An Unexpressive and An Expressive Poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/561029/</link>
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			<title>Acquaintances Deceive, Friends Do not.</title>
			<description>Story about a group of friends.
Who never thought their life could take such a turn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/501107/</link>
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			<title>I Understand: I Am Wrong</title>
			<description>My cries are no more heard, the pleasant voices are fading away. 
I realize I am the one who is wrong.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/451661/</link>
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			<title>Whatever Happens</title>
			<description>You always tell me, I am good at writing. But I say: I am not good at expressing my love (to you).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/449512/</link>
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			<title>Rise And Fall</title>
			<description>Alas! Once again you are the winner and you always manage to give massive amount of pain.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/447381/</link>
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			<title>Dedication</title>
			<description>I've written this poem at 1:47PM, Sunday, 23rd of August for the most wonderful person.
I love you.
My first poem which is not very depressing!
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/446551/</link>
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			<title>Love Is A Minutes Fantasy</title>
			<description>I heard of a lot of people crying in love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/436121/</link>
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			<title>Grey Dust</title>
			<description>I don't know what made me write this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayesha00/427407/</link>
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			<title>16 words</title>
			<description>It's not from personal experience but I guess most of you can relate it.</description>
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