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			<title>DEAR DESTINY</title>
			<description>EDITDEAR DESTINYDear destiny,I have wings, i can fly;I have dreams, they&amp;rsquo;re caged inside.Dear destiny,I have roads to walk and hills to climb;I have wars to fight,for I&amp;rsquo;m yet to find the true&amp;nbsp; meaning of this life.Dear destiny,i smile in the age of worry,i let her pass me by;i shall..</description>
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			<title>THE TOUCH</title>
			<description>The morning was cold and silent;the sunrise spread across the vast skies,announcing a new day. we were puppets for the gelid wind that blew,we leaned and swayed in its direction; the daisies blossomed,and the canaries sang their sweet symphony that made the forest regain its youth;the rays of the su..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikprasad/1469414/</link>
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			<title>THE FALLEN ANGEL</title>
			<description>She carries the weight of the darkestclouds over her head;she feigns joy, buther heart bleeds red.&amp;nbsp;when i am hurting,her presence washes away my sorrow;she embraces me like the pleasant breeze,but it is her heart that she won'tlend &amp;nbsp;for me to borrow.&amp;nbsp;when she's broke, she sings tothe ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikprasad/1469407/</link>
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			<title>THE WOODEN DESK</title>
			<description>If a wooden desk in a classroom could talk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikprasad/1469404/</link>
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			<title>DEAR MOTHER</title>
			<description>Fear shall fear your might,the boundless skiesshed tears&amp;nbsp;on your wounds;you have carried my joy to unimaginableheights, for your loveis a nightingale&amp;rsquo;s song;deep and profound.When I was a crawler, you have answeredmy cries;you would carry me in your arms,soothing me, humming drowsylullabi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikprasad/1469393/</link>
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			<title>MASKS</title>
			<description>The naked truth about the people i have stumbled upon,lies untamed within these words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikprasad/1469389/</link>
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			<title>WE ARE OUT THERE</title>
			<description>This  a tribute for all the homosexual and transgender people in the world, striving to be accepted in the society.We are all but,one.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikprasad/1469383/</link>
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			<title>IN MY SHADOWS</title>
			<description>In the dead sweaty corner of the shadows sat I; drowning my head in thin air, filled with Cluttered thoughts and fear descending in my eyes. As tears race down my cheeks&amp;nbsp; and die on my lips, I feel&amp;nbsp; numb beneath my skin; for the clock impatiently waits to strike doom, lea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikprasad/1469235/</link>
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			<title>THE ABYSS</title>
			<description>I am just a mere thought within this abyss; dawn may have descended, yet I see nothing, but this caliginous stillness. Lend me your eyes, and you shall see; those broke malicious souls, that lurk beneath. Lend me your ears, and you shall hear the cries of many; Of those tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikprasad/1469226/</link>
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