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		<description>The original writings of author Raja</description>
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			<title>Way to a Girls Heart</title>
			<description>Just a light-humoured poem inspired by Amandas lol!</description>
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			<title>Death of Love</title>
			<description>The sand under my feetburning bright;the sky a black-hole of Erebus,not a soul,not a whisper,a feast of jejune sight!My eyes a collection of sadistic affairs,my lips swollen like jelly-beans,flesh in my limbs red with fire,I look and long for deathly scenes!Burning twigs light the world,while black ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/calcutta/1346059/</link>
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			<title>Here a Lonely Night</title>
			<description>Here a lonely night&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and I can feel your gentle breath,&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; soft regret,as you make ..</description>
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			<title>At the Bus Stop</title>
			<description>Every day sharp at eight,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a figure at the bus stop;stands alone in patient wait,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in sun,snow,wind,rain drop.&amp;nbsp;He neither goes nor comes,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>I am just one of them</title>
			<description>I am just one of them,a fallen,dry leaf;not a throbbing in my vein,draped in yellow grief.&amp;nbsp;I was not one of them,when Marie came along;I was on the top-most branch,singing her a song!&amp;nbsp;I was not one of them,when Marie looked at me;she thought it was only the wind,taking off my glee!&amp;nbsp;I ..</description>
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			<title>Portrait Of a Painter</title>
			<description>I saw her in the Northern Lightsitting on her chair;her face a sight of silent dreams,half hidden by her hair.&amp;nbsp;In front of her a white canvaswaited to be born;waited to be soaked in life,or else,to be torn!&amp;nbsp;Her eyes,I could not see from here,but I could imagine;the depth of sadness rendere..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/calcutta/1342507/</link>
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			<title>Footsteps in the Forest</title>
			<description>Foot steps in the Forest.Marie,is that you?No.Neither death does come,nor Marie,do you.</description>
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