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			<title>The second choice </title>
			<description>He loved.She lived.She left .He died.7 lives were saved from the dead body .</description>
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			<title>THE bounded love </title>
			<description>He crawled out of the crater. Her one look threw him back. The darkness of the 'friendzone' engulfed him once again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shriyaroy1994/1579284/</link>
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			<title>THE OLD NEW STORY </title>
			<description>Sometimes society kills ,let's be the change .</description>
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			<title>THE SILENCE OF WORDS</title>
			<description>love has open ends ,but what about the silent love? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shriyaroy1994/1579259/</link>
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			<title>JUST FOR YOU </title>
			<description>You are there between my sleep and my dream,
The place where your name screams loud .</description>
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			<title>THE &quot;TOUCHING&quot; PARELLELS</title>
			<description>You choose ,and what you choose today ,
makes you What you are .</description>
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			<title>THE LAST SHARE</title>
			<description>What comes as sorrow to me.  ,Is happiness for someone ;
My little is huge for someone.
That's where I know is life's little emotions .
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