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			<title>Insomnia</title>
			<description>i'm a fellow of a moonlighti't not easy for &amp;nbsp;me to sleep tighti'm staring at the pale ceiling&amp;nbsp;had my mind thinking in a dark feelingi'm sleeping alone in this bed for tworoll in blanket have nothing to dowondering how if i'm here with youwill i have insomnia too?it won't be so bad if i eve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rismala/1613783/</link>
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			<title>still my man</title>
			<description>this just a confession i wrote for our 1st year of togetherness so sorry that i never tell what i feel along this precious year. i just got really speechless everytime you caught my eyes. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rismala/1608277/</link>
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			<title>the mask</title>
			<description>as i see the star sprinkling through the dark nightmy heart can't avoid the desire to wishing you here by my sideall day long i keep pretending that i am fearlesswhile actually my heart longing for a caressi have no choice but hiding it up&amp;nbsp;my heart shrieking in a silly trapYou may hear me singi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rismala/1606756/</link>
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			<title>loner</title>
			<description>No matter how much I hate the sounds that goodbyes makeSounds of goodbye will continuescream out loudSurrounding my earCovering my sightAlthough I drown in fearI still shed a tear&amp;nbsp;As I see through the distanceThe cloud form an oceanWaving firmly in the sky ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rismala/1606713/</link>
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			<title>The pasundan earth </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm staring at a pair of glass doors in frontof me with a few drops of tears. it is my very first time to stomp my feet onthis capital city of central java land. I'm not here for vacation neither to dothe shopping. I officially turn 18 on the last june 23rd and it was right..</description>
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			<title>story of a nocturnal lady</title>
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