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			<title>What I am and Who am I</title>
			<description>What am I?I am a WomanWhat am I?I am a Heterosexual womanWhat am I?A Heterosexual, middle class womanWhat am I?A Heterosexual, middle-class, Hindu womanWhat am I?A Heterosexual, middle-class, Hindu, upper caste womanWhat am I?A Heterosexual, middle-class, Hindu, upper caste, fair skinned, womanWhat ..</description>
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			<title>An illusion of love</title>
			<description>I walk beside her,Her unflattering smile ringing caution through my body,Her unmade hair delicately unfolding on her neck,Her unsophisticated clothes pleasing my eyes,Her gauche walk composed to the melody in my head,Her knotty eyes catch mine,And then something changed.She lingers for a moment in t..</description>
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			<title>Loving a brother</title>
			<description>Brother, my Brother,I long the shore west of our house,But you say there are beasts dressed as men,You say they fear your shadow; so do I.I am no beast, but I do see one.I love you with fear,A fear so palpable I cry,Not sometimes. But every night,When I&amp;rsquo;m reminded of that time you hit meWith a..</description>
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			<title>My Friend! Dream of paris</title>
			<description>Paris is not France,Paris is not the &amp;ldquo;West&amp;rdquo;,Paris is what we dream,And what we dream is what is within us.So, I don&amp;rsquo;t want you to aspire,Or be inspired,Or waste away in reasonable thoughts.I only ask of you to dream,Because, (let you in on a little secret)Reason is fiction we like ..</description>
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			<title>How I think</title>
			<description>My reasonable man,I look through my caged body,As you wipe away with disgust,These experiences I perspire,And as you conceal them,Underneath a Philosopher&amp;rsquo;s beautiful words,I will not let you deny my knowledge.&amp;nbsp;These walls that make me the body and you the mind,Tell me that I cannot think..</description>
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