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		<description>The original writings of author Abhas Kumar Rai</description>
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			<title>She was Seventeen</title>
			<description>It's about a Roller-Coaster Journey before going into Paranoid.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhaskumarrai/1912744/</link>
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			<title>Tipsy Love</title>
			<description>Standing on the Ledge,Wind was fluttering her perfect hairs,Teasing the sunlight falling on my face,I was looking in to her dark eyes,I can see her falling in to oblivion,As if sun light was dying behind the ridge,She was having ocean of possibilities,She had the the chan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhaskumarrai/1725179/</link>
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			<title>Ordeal of Love </title>
			<description>Sometimes I goes Up,&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I fall down,&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I cry high,&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I feel frown,&amp;nbsp;All words were twisted of mine,&amp;nbsp;Sleight of hands were not in line, &amp;nbsp;Gazing her bewildered face with shine,&amp;nbsp;I was just wondering that all is fine,Sometimes I goes Up,&amp;nbsp;Some..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhaskumarrai/1683522/</link>
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			<title>Heartburn</title>
			<description>I don't want to live like this,&amp;nbsp;I don't want to breath like this,&amp;nbsp;I'll get back those days of mine,&amp;nbsp;I'll get back those nights of mine,&amp;nbsp;Take back all your lies,&amp;nbsp;Take back all your wickedness,&amp;nbsp;Don't spend your hate on me,&amp;nbsp;Don't spend your time on me,&amp;nbsp;I don't wa..</description>
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			<title>Fictive Live Drop</title>
			<description>Fictive Live Drop,Like a River that never meets,&amp;nbsp;Her smiles abjure,&amp;nbsp;It's broken and distorted,&amp;nbsp;As she can't let it go.&amp;nbsp;Fictive Live Drop,&amp;nbsp;Like a sea that never ends,&amp;nbsp;She has it in her,&amp;nbsp;But she never did realize,&amp;nbsp;We never saw ocean again.&amp;nbsp;Fictive Live Drop..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhaskumarrai/1662556/</link>
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			<title>The Lost Garden</title>
			<description>Once beyond the rusty gate, a dream in flora and light shone,With pastoral hues and crimson reds, growing along the wall,As stars they shined to there lost days, when the summers were longAnd shade and light hides in the follies, its marble seats waiting for all,Once around the floral beds, a path f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhaskumarrai/1662092/</link>
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			<title>A wish to Love</title>
			<description>I can't see your face, I can't see your expressions,I always mold my veins, through your words,I always dream to watch you laughing nonsensical,I always wish to dance with you in the vogue style,I can't see your face, I can't see your expressions,I am wrecked when you leaves me for seasons,I am frag..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhaskumarrai/1662085/</link>
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			<title>She Just Said</title>
			<description>She just said &quot;it's all right&quot;&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;thrutched&amp;nbsp;me in to the storm,&amp;nbsp;Something red gushing in veins was feeling warm,&amp;nbsp;Muscles were crunching my bones,&amp;nbsp;Crackling noise was akin to braking gravestones,&amp;nbsp;I said to her &quot;I'll be all right&quot;.&amp;nbsp;All the red carriers were abou..</description>
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