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			<title>Golden Chance</title>
			<description>When reality becomes real,When my mental ambiguity becomes clear,When I fall from the heights ofmy imagination,Directly into the endless pit offrustration.&amp;nbsp;The flowing river of time drownsme,My own self-reflection clowns me,I feel lost and dejected,I feel d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WAkashdeep/2061493/</link>
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			<title>Mom, I still remember you</title>
			<description>Mom, I still remember your touch,Mom, I love you so much,Mom, today I may have become a superstar,But mom, today you have left me and gone too far.Mom, as soon as you left,My soul became deaf,Mom, I wish I could bring you back from heaven,But that would be a theft,But what can I do,For me, that is t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WAkashdeep/1446462/</link>
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			<title>The Money Game</title>
			<description>Places change, people change,But memories stay the same,And if a person forgets them,Then it is a shame,But it is not his fault,It's all about the money game.People start to fight,People start to ignore what is right,A brother kills his own blood,Just because of some addictive drug,It's all about th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WAkashdeep/1446458/</link>
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			<title>Being so close to death</title>
			<description>The feeling of being so close to death,The feeling of inhaling your last breadth,That feeling is really scary,And from person to person it may vary,The next day at dawn,You realise that you are gone,And nobody can come to your help,So you'll have to go through it by yourself.If you ever thought that..</description>
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			<title>The boy who was honest</title>
			<description>There was a boy probably 12 years old,His complexion was dark and his heart was as pure as gold,He belonged to a middle class family,And embraced the concept of charity,But he was always made fun of in school,And his classmates didn't thought that he was cool,But one thing he would never try,Was to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WAkashdeep/1446455/</link>
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			<title>Why not me?</title>
			<description>This poem expresses the feelings of a poor 12 year old boy who works in his father's tea stall. The stall is in front of a school so he asks God that why can't he go to school. It is based in India.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WAkashdeep/1442202/</link>
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			<title>All I ask for is a Friend</title>
			<description>This is a lyrical poem which follows the desire and expectations of a person from his friend. It describes that the relationship of a friend is different from all other relationships. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WAkashdeep/1441943/</link>
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