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			<title>The Real Taste of Blood Oranges</title>
			<description>						I woke up with a sense of restless passion.And that of guilt.The window was open, and the smell of  kesari  milk wafted in ever so seamlessly.It looked over the wide expanse of the Arabian sea. Waves crashed in, rolled out. My eyes searched the empty coastline for&amp;hellip;The seamless..</description>
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			<title>The Resurgence We Kill</title>
			<description>A sports/pop-cultured based poem on a subject that has been ever so dear to me, and never quite advocated strongly on the written medium </description>
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			<title>Typification &gt; Interpretaion</title>
			<description>						From my school newspaper writings&amp;rsquo; archives, unedited versionThe writer believes &amp;#2013266048;&quot; is subject to interpretation in terms of language used; political/metaphorical connotations; conflicted voices and/or themes, rather than merely being a forthright subjectDear victim..</description>
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			<title>Changeover</title>
			<description>The greatest match in tennis history. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dystopianutopia/1422691/</link>
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			<title>Stay Calm, Through The Storm</title>
			<description>A question oft repeated by those of my acquaintance,Is a question that I have no answer toA query that to my mind, fails to make senseAnd one that in itself questions my existenceLife is beyond being perfect,And I cannot come to terms with thatYet, the beauty of it all, is that I still am, not perfe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dystopianutopia/1418790/</link>
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			<title>The Fine Line</title>
			<description>Sometimes I wish I was better,And sometimes I try.Sometimes, my hopes flag up,And sometimes I wish I could die.This utopian life that I am leading,Sometimes I wish I could denounce.It is a vision just,Holds value not worth an ounce.For I know how this world works,Or at least, I think I do.Nothing ev..</description>
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