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			<title>Penniless.</title>
			<description>Please don't get in my way to deal in the currencies of love,for I was the heartless spoken into loving.I give love regardless and timelessly,I have been conditioned by years of living in this sad world, to love.To provide to the destitute and to get rid of the demons.I will teach you how to remembe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kawthar/1813315/</link>
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			<title>Where is home?</title>
			<description>I've reached the shore,sank my toes in the sand.Tried to claim it as my land,but the wind came.I dug my fingers through the cliffs,touched the heavens.I have taken a step back.I have been within,I have been without.I never make it to home.Is home real?Saw the frigidity of buildings,the free flow of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kawthar/1813312/</link>
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			<title>The home in you.</title>
			<description>The disease of the century, the one that isolates and sets us back in numbers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kawthar/1813309/</link>
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			<title>The girl from the sea</title>
			<description>He never knew how to talk to her, He neither listened nor did she talk much.She has known him for as long as she lived,Or did she feel alive the second they metNeither of them cared to know.The voyage felt like eternities.They left the shore young and clumsyAnd would set ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kawthar/1444611/</link>
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			<title>The Lost Nomad</title>
			<description>The lost NomadDo I dare to imagine this is real?Am I again the victim of my own misery?No, I do not dare.Night has fallen,the cold wind crippling through the last puffs of the bloodysun,Reciprocating my torment,The place I found myself in was no ordinary.&amp;nbsp;A..</description>
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