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			<title>Love and Fear</title>
			<description>Fear retards the senses,Love heals the heart,Fear strikes like barbed fences,Love abhors being apart&amp;nbsp;Fear makes the soul crazy,Love binds one and all,Fear makes life seem hazy,Love lets you freely fall&amp;nbsp;Fear likes the feeling of hate,Love enjoys surrender and bliss,F..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rohan-Pasricha/592046/</link>
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			<title>A life or living - what do you wish to make?</title>
			<description>What is the purpose of my life? The reasons for my confusion? Is there anything I truly want to do? Is there anywhere I really want to go?&amp;rsquo; I&amp;rsquo;m sure many of you reading this relate to these questions in some way or the other. Bespectacled uncles and well-fed aunties asking us &amp;lsquo;So..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rohan-Pasricha/589156/</link>
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			<title>The Mind</title>
			<description>It flits from one thought to the other,Never resolves an issue, only creates another,The mind is such a bundle of thoughts,Leave it to no use, and in an instant it rots.We create thoughts every second of the day,When we are awake, or when we are in our dreams far away,Desperately one wonders, how th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rohan-Pasricha/589150/</link>
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			<title>A soul's cry</title>
			<description>I walk through a million souls,Yet sometimes I feel so alone, An actor in life, I play many rolesI shriek in happiness, in despair I groanWhat is the purpose of my being?My inner voice calls out to me,Is there a message I'm not really seeing?My mind wants to read it, my soul is simply freeFor the so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rohan-Pasricha/589089/</link>
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			<title>My time will come.</title>
			<description>Birds will stop in their flight,Trees won't sway, in the still night,It's not far away, I needn't run,It's a matter of time, my time will come.The inner me isn't yet known,In my present life, I'm all alone,What other people like, isn't my concept of fun,It's a matter of time, my time will come.I've ..</description>
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