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			<title>broken dreams</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deekaymavhunga/1905696/</link>
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			<title>23rd  December </title>
			<description>A poem about my father and how i miss his existence </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deekaymavhunga/1773427/</link>
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			<title>Terrible Tango </title>
			<description>Varsity life to me resembles a terrible tango. Where you either adapt or get trampled on </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deekaymavhunga/1773424/</link>
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			<title>The prayer of a real n***a </title>
			<description>This poem  is a prayer that i use on a daily  basis to help me have potency to go through the day. .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deekaymavhunga/1773421/</link>
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			<title>write  or die </title>
			<description>This poem,in a nutshell, just vents the way i find comfort  and a sense of belonging  every time i decide to write. Enjoy! </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deekaymavhunga/1773419/</link>
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			<title>repatence </title>
			<description>As I trek with this scars and bruises,Deuces of deliriousness and surrow unwind,Leaving anguish as the dominion, as my pain isunleashed,Pain brought by a &quot;Hashtag&quot;Or should I say &quot;hurt-tag&quot;,My life was rotated 360 degrees like a trackpad,As I backlash on this flashback,Yes, emo..</description>
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