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		<description>The original writings of author hundi</description>
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			<title>SOMEWHERE</title>
			<description>just thought I would throw this up on here, since I don't have any new yet</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1148634/</link>
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			<title>Holed Down</title>
			<description>very short poem about sabatoging one's self</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1148043/</link>
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			<title>Made to be</title>
			<description>just a memory I documented</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1148037/</link>
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			<title>A Dreamer</title>
			<description>tried to say something and nothing at the same time</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1142986/</link>
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			<title>Two Breathe</title>
			<description>song about,waiting to see if our girls would take the breathe of life,sound of crying confirmed my prayers, their lungs weren't developed good yet, scary times</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1142386/</link>
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			<title>&quot;The Mural&quot;</title>
			<description>Wrote this in an art gallery, staring at Pollocks &quot;The Mural&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1142380/</link>
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			<title>Wishing</title>
			<description>an accident left me physically messed up , I had to accept nothing can be done,but instead on dwelling on it , I wrote this song to get it out, ya know</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1142377/</link>
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			<title>OLD MIRROR</title>
			<description>If old mirrors could talk, just imagine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1142349/</link>
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			<title>nine months</title>
			<description>scary pregnancy , but was blessed with healthy twin girls ,named taylor and tylar, hence TNT</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1141574/</link>
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			<title>blankets</title>
			<description>nature is very inspiring</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1141571/</link>
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			<title>self esteem</title>
			<description>influences can build or destroy esteem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1140672/</link>
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			<title>empty</title>
			<description>another song i wrote</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1140664/</link>
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			<title>the rain</title>
			<description>blah blah blah</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1140654/</link>
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			<title>my friend mr pain</title>
			<description>this is actually a song  .  an accident left me messed up ,but im still here spiritually and emotionally.     wrote this song about my life now</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1140099/</link>
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			<title>last breath</title>
			<description>live in the moment</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1140078/</link>
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			<title>the room</title>
			<description>resurrect in the room of uncertaintystranger is his mysterylights of the city shine to lifethrough the windowpane of solitudenow still,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; time begs to wanderthe room,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in other times,has certainly been fonder</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hundi/1139581/</link>
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