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			<title>Like A Child</title>
			<description>For my dearly missed ginger cat, Beethoven.</description>
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			<title>My Daddy's Face</title>
			<description>Dedicated to my dear dad.</description>
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			<title>The Short Walk </title>
			<description>When life seems unsettled, there was this moment that I would like to remember. It was November 2009.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had just arrived in England for barely two months.&amp;nbsp;It was my first working day as an office cleaner. It was 10.30 p.m. on a cold winter night.I was left alone by my superviso..</description>
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			<title>not home yet</title>
			<description>5.30 a.m.woken up broken heartedsaw a flight of birdson their way back homethey moved in a rhythma mellow pacea melancholic songit was my songI longed for homebut I can't go homeI am not done with homeI have promises for homeI have dreams for homeimpossible, impossible dreamsbut where I stand nowwha..</description>
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