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			<title>505</title>
			<description>When curtains from two bosoms fall </description>
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			<title>An impulse</title>
			<description>I am I wisha sane impulse,&amp;nbsp; Un dodged and unswerved&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;&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;nbs..</description>
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			<title>The Last Lash</title>
			<description>A grotesque presentation of the underlying emotions.</description>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When I started carving this book I was emotionally jammed, to an extent that it became almost too painful to proceed. I would write a single line and fling my pen on the second simply because emotions from the past kept resurfacing and troubling me. However, the vigor for getting m..</description>
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			<title>Liberate your &quot;self&quot;</title>
			<description>A book to empower youth specially children suffering from a distorted self image</description>
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			<title>Belief</title>
			<description>once again some mere reflections..</description>
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			<title>Jane Doe</title>
			<description>The journey within one's self seems to be a never ending course. The search never ceases until you lie peacefully in a cascade with a flower or two, to be reminded of that little worth you once knew to have possessed.&amp;nbsp;I am not bitter, I am merely trying my best to fit in the character I was des..</description>
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			<title>Denial</title>
			<description>Strapped in the web of norms that the society has woven around me in this comfortable shade. I feel the need to breatheas it has become quite suffocating, living alternative lives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Both, running quite smoothly in parallel yet leaving behindtons of clutter shaping up as regrets for my hea..</description>
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			<title>Success</title>
			<description>I once chanced upon the success&amp;rsquo;s gate&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Curious for an end awaitingEither dismissal or its embrace heldMy Insides fairly turningChanging distinct shades upon my face,Pale dark, their similar blendingFear griped my neck, my chest tautenWhen I heard its echo pendingMy arri..</description>
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			<title>Confrontations of the Self</title>
			<description>Pleasure, one who solely seeksTrouble's what he only meetsFaith's distortion &amp;amp; vision bleakFalse redemption torments reliefWoe! To sinners covering evilRugged spirits seeking upheavalTis the 'Man's' very worthlessnessAffliction borne in thanklessnessFear the time when hearts turn coldLeave tempt..</description>
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			<title>Come..</title>
			<description>Come hither sweet pleasure..&amp;nbsp;I wait to be touched by thee..To bloom like rose in a zesty springto feel your tempting plea..&amp;nbsp;I lay my life for this pleasure&amp;nbsp;Come hither..&amp;nbsp;say nothing...&amp;nbsp;This void desires to leave&amp;nbsp;And wishes me moments to rejoice&amp;nbsp;on a trip yet unseen..</description>
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			<title> Loneliness </title>
			<description>Weaving a dreary cloak.........with a thread of woeand a bitter strokesomber warp and dismal woofbinded by hastened knotUnbearable,is this blustery night..chills and shivers down the spineblister of hurt and pricks of painfrosty goes the sore skinshivering fingers tired and gauntmovements numbed and..</description>
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			<title>Eternal</title>
			<description>Taste this moment's sweetness eternalrest thy soul within my heart! Wonder? how this wholeness crept upthrough thy restless soul oh lad?!Let not haste come touch thee by!wish for all the warmth desired..Bid the gloom for west to set andraise thy light to end thy strifeSigh not ever, live to breathne..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bizarrr/515438/</link>
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			<title>Glee</title>
			<description>The sudden rush of petalsAnd love's mischief unearthed...A twinkle dancing in your eyes..My heart's petals unfurled..With the joy's leap, uncontrolledAnd wishful feelings stirred..My soul, towards its destinyMy charms, my love to thirst...For gleeful passions unrevealedAnd heart's rhythm to turnThe ..</description>
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