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			<title>The Dementor's Kiss</title>
			<description>The vicious DementorTried to kiss meand feed onthe remnants of mylong lost happiness.He trippedon one of the mountainsof my depressing thoughts,fell into the dark abyssof my lonely soul&amp;hellip;And starved to deathwaitingfor a speck of hope.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessReshma/1697969/</link>
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			<title>Nostalgia</title>
			<description>Nostalgia is concrete&amp;hellip;tangible.It feelsLike the icy pricklingOn your fingertipsAs you wipe awayDew from your windowpane.It has the fragranceOf a misty afternoon&amp;hellip;Of empty deodorant tinsand sunshine imprisonedin furry blankets.It tastesLike coffee and alcohol,And water from a flask&amp;helli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessReshma/1444181/</link>
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			<title>Love Dale</title>
			<description>Four years have passed and things are like what theyhave been &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;years ago and now I don&amp;rsquo;texpect them to change at all&amp;hellip;Meera ran into my arms along with the drawing she hadmade. I think, she has inherited it from me, making sketches, portrayingactions&amp;hellip;.she is..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessReshma/1283228/</link>
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			<title>Being Good</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;You are agood girl, aren&amp;rsquo;t you?&amp;rdquo; Said mygrandmother, and made me drinka tall glassof over-sweetened milk.I thoughtshe was praising me, but it wasjust a bribe to make medrink the disgusting liquid.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You are a goodgirl, aren&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessReshma/1250894/</link>
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			<title>The First Sin</title>
			<description>&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; Chapter 1&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;..</description>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>The raindrenched her frail body but she didn&amp;rsquo;t shiver. She could stand still on the wetsand and watch the great ocean rising to catch the raindrops, like a desperatelover trying to embrace his beloved&amp;hellip;like a merciless beast trying to devour itsprey&amp;hellip;like a possessive mothe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessReshma/1248551/</link>
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			<title>Seasons Don't Change</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessReshma/1248550/</link>
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			<title>Because I'm Not a Lady</title>
			<description>Because I&amp;rsquo;mnot a lady,I can laugh out loudwhenever mysoul brims with joy.I can cryshamelesslyAnd wipe mysorrows away.After all, awise man has said,&amp;ldquo;Ladies mustbe seen, not heard&amp;rdquo;.&amp;nbsp;Because I&amp;rsquo;mnot a lady,I can chooseto be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessReshma/1248294/</link>
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			<title>He Wanted to Possess a Cloud</title>
			<description>He wanted topossess a cloud, because he thought that it wasa pair of wings which made her soar .He wanted tocapture her in his fist,cut off theinvisible pair of wingsand enslaveher with promises of love and honesty.She believedhim and decided to forgetthat she wasa ..</description>
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