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			<title>CAGED IN SILENCE</title>
			<description>this is my first documentary movie, nominated for Viewer's Choice Award. Watch and hit the like button (if you like),share and help it win. Please post your words of appreciation on the you tube link.</description>
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			<title>Dark Darling</title>
			<description>O' my dark darling,Come,Wrap me hard,Under your cimmerian canvas,Before you get misty.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nayanika_niks/1400632/</link>
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			<title>Titanium Tears</title>
			<description>Right there,My titanium tears,And the uncontrolled burns,Fades out the colours of my rainbow,Staining me forever red.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nayanika_niks/1399714/</link>
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			<title>Last Kiss</title>
			<description>One day we would lean against each other,Like the twain solitary birds,And share and inspire the kaleidoscopic vistas of our cascading memories.Your exhaled breath will warm my wrinkled skin,My fragile eyelids will lay my eyes into yoursI will sing you the song of our first meet,Shiveringly you will..</description>
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			<title>I'm your straying unwritten verse, pen me down.</title>
			<description>You!The euphoria of my old book smell,Petrichor after the long dry spell,Crispy petals of rose that I have saved for years,Your heart pumps in mine.Antsy heart chisels my ribs apart,That sensation running through my nerves,And crawling up my spineJust to have a glance of you.My heart sank in solitud..</description>
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