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			<title>Poem of Reality</title>
			<description>Serene summer sky,is often filled with dark clouds;that&amp;rsquo;s reality&amp;rsquo;s metronome.Lover&amp;rsquo;s kiss is nothing but a liar&amp;rsquo;s bliss-and betrayal is in the slithering knife,tempted to slit your throat.Love or lust is hardly differentiated,like that of a genius to insane.When the enunciat..</description>
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			<title>Prototype </title>
			<description>Fishes were encircling around a point, where the carapace of the sea was broken, as I threw the stone to the same. A circle within many circles created on the emerald water, like a capricious monotone, murmuring an enchantment. The train expressed on over the bridge arched perfectly, blowing the whi..</description>
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			<title>Upon the inner eyes</title>
			<description>Then he summons in all the courage he has, gasping yet at peace,holding the universe in the palm of his hand, looking forward in the infinitesky at ease. Belonging to the past his memory, memory that takes him to thejoyous moments. A rainy day at Park Street or a sunny day at a city restaurant..</description>
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			<title>Kingdom of Lykers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Midstthe lake of inks, a Leviathan's paradise;abewildered lady, waiting under the evaporating moon.Hauntedby the boon of thoughts of fantasies of Lykers-akingdom of fathomless fathoms.Thereunder the garden of devil, a god-ish ladywithlong flowing jet black h..</description>
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			<title>&quot;She&quot;</title>
			<description>Overtime and space, women came in life of menescalating their life and giving new dimension with directionMention not erection at times, but perversion is just anotherWay of art, art of making love, knowing and exploring one&amp;rsquo;s fantasies;While sometimes one may find themselves in very atypical ..</description>
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