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		<description>The original writings of author Pratik Mishra</description>
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			<title>Knock Knock </title>
			<description>Since last week someone has been knocking on my door.&amp;nbsp;Knock. Knock. Knock.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s the same pattern every time. Three firm knocks. Once in the afternoon and once at midnight.&amp;nbsp;And each time that I opened the door, there was no one. Just the sound of silence, amplified by my house in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2345027/</link>
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			<title>The Bad</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; THE BAD &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2313494/</link>
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			<title>The Bad and The Good</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2313492/</link>
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			<title>Some Rainy Days</title>
			<description>On some rainy daysThese gloomy days I watch my worldBecome grayAnd the trees sway In obedience To the dark cloudsSome cold drops Grace my face When I look up And I can&amp;rsquo;t help but smile With happiness in my heartAnd tranquility in my mind&amp;hellip;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2174569/</link>
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			<title>Kitaab ki Tarah</title>
			<description>Kitaab ki tarah huMeri zindagi padh loAur in kore kagazon meThode shabd bhar doPurane ho gaye hai ye panneZara dhyan se palatna&amp;nbsp;Jaha khaalipan dikhe&amp;nbsp;Apni chaap chodh dena</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2096773/</link>
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			<title>Love letters</title>
			<description>The hundreds of love letters I sent your way Some were found drowned , some flew awaySo even the rivers and the wind knew You weren&amp;rsquo;t going to be mine any-day! </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2095054/</link>
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			<title>This is weird </title>
			<description>You are with me tonight&amp;nbsp;The colors seem more bright&amp;nbsp;An angel near my ear whispers&amp;nbsp;&quot;She is the one! This is so right&quot;&amp;nbsp;The devil pops in&amp;nbsp;&quot;You are high son, she ain't the one&quot;&amp;nbsp;he quips&amp;nbsp;And after I vomit on the carpet&amp;nbsp;After I sober up&amp;nbsp;I realize &quot;she&quot; was some..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2090988/</link>
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			<title>Dark Poem</title>
			<description>We had a fightI got madIt got badReally badI slapped you hard&amp;nbsp;You fell down on the floorTried to escape&amp;nbsp;But I locked the doorIn my rage&amp;nbsp;I hit you with a hammerRealized you were dead&amp;nbsp;And started to stammerTried to wake you upI was going insane&amp;nbsp;Started to cryA million thoughts..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2056696/</link>
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			<title>The Proposal </title>
			<description>Here I am, standing in front of youWith my mouth openBut not a word coming outThis is becoming awkward, oh my god!&amp;nbsp;Hiding&amp;nbsp; a rose behind my backYou ask me what's in my handAnd as the panic strikes my heartI wish I could be engulfed by the land!And as the clock ticksMy heart racesShould I o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2056694/</link>
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			<title>Shades of love</title>
			<description>Distant yet distinctFading yet shiningSlow yet passionate&amp;nbsp;Old yet we hesitate&amp;nbsp;Obvious yet unspokenStrong yet broken&amp;nbsp;Broken hearts yet trustingThe best way to keep going&amp;nbsp;These are the shades of our loveAnd I dare to compare it to the moon above</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2056693/</link>
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			<title>To Success</title>
			<description>No name&amp;nbsp;Living the gameReaching for fameInstead being lameCrying in shameThoughts in brainHard work down the drainNot yet insaneSo gonna try againAfter allNo pain no gainTears will flowWill get hurt blow by blowBut in the endMy will to&amp;nbsp;fightWill decide&amp;nbsp;How far I go.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2037716/</link>
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			<title>A Simple Man</title>
			<description>From once upon a time to now...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2036506/</link>
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			<title>mother</title>
			<description>a feeling expressed in 4 lines :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2009033/</link>
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			<title>The five pages he wrote</title>
			<description>The ending isn't incomplete</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/2001537/</link>
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			<title>No Love</title>
			<description>I can't live without you,I reckon you can't without me, too,But when have my beliefs been true?You smile at me, but I can see&amp;nbsp;The smile doesn't crinkle by your eyesSay, what's up with these lies?And when we make love,Something is missingThere is no passion, even when we are kissing.Years ago wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/1982469/</link>
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			<title>Quote </title>
			<description>And for the zillionth time in my life, I have stared into your eyesAnd found something new to get lost in. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pratikmishrame/1976858/</link>
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