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			<title>Being Happy</title>
			<description>&quot;You will be happy&quot;, I whisper to the mirror, after yet again losing something I never had.&quot;You will be happy&quot;, I try to quell my envy.&quot;You will be happy&quot;, I soothe my beating heart, after jolting out of a nightmare.&quot;You will be happy&quot;, I beg my abrupt tears to stop.&quot;You will be happy.&quot; I push a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1898044/</link>
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			<title>Superstitions</title>
			<description>Being a superstitious realist is one of the oddest things to be.It's crossing my fingers andtrying to spot the second Mynah bird hidden in the bush andsecretly sharing chain mails on long-been-silent groups.It's knowing that none of it will amount to anything,yet I'd pluck out all my eyelashes and s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1898034/</link>
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			<title>Ode to Molestation</title>
			<description>Written for International Women's Day, 2017.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1898032/</link>
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			<title>The Dead Don't Speak</title>
			<description>Regarding the Taliban attack on the school in Peshawar, Pakistan.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1456921/</link>
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			<title>It's dark and I'm scared</title>
			<description>&quot;Mommy why'd you leave me behind?&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1456384/</link>
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			<title>In this box</title>
			<description>In this box-carved out of gilded oak-upon it's silk lined interior,lies a martyr.Medals, shining gold and silver,and satin ribbons every color of the rainbow,sit, proudly displayed for the world to see,upon a too still chest.Brown eyes covered with lids worn thin,seemingly lost in serene sleep.Nary ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1454647/</link>
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			<title>Familiarity Breeds Contempt</title>
			<description>A poetic take on an old saying.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1452199/</link>
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			<title>Dear Diary</title>
			<description>A poem about divorce form the child's perspective.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1452011/</link>
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			<title>Yes, Dad.</title>
			<description>Mild trigger warnings for child abuse.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1451785/</link>
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			<title>Her audience</title>
			<description>Trigger warnings for sexual abuse.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1451693/</link>
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			<title>Mask</title>
			<description>This piece is about hiding one's true thoughts and personality from others, as all of us have so often done.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnuradhaV/1451354/</link>
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