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			<title>flapping wings</title>
			<description>in the middle of nowhere i livedrawn into the silent zonewith my arms twisted and heart withdrawn.but then again its meflapping my wings aroundas i try to look beneath the horizonand trying to find my way back homewith the sun above my headand the rivers down meas i continued my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bichitra/1742013/</link>
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			<title>game inside me</title>
			<description>in this game of chesslets not take each other for grantedas i know which pawn you can turnand make my morale lowwe have seen you enoughto know the veins of youas you feed on our bloodslike the vampires at night.but dawn followed the nightand since its all clearand clean to open o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bichitra/1741907/</link>
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			<title>shining death</title>
			<description>death must be beautifuleven more than lifewith the shining decorsand everybody giving their time.fortunate are thosewho fight and diecause the flag awaits themwhen the finally lie.laughter turns into crybut their tears don't turn drynor they fall asleepwhen we ask them whythe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bichitra/1741903/</link>
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			<title>shattered dreams</title>
			<description>what if the dreams are shatteredinto pieces myriadand lost in the placeswhere there are no admirersthe burden of carrying the dreamsand feeding them at a cost unattainablethe soul searching and the nudityof your heart put forward.the utter shamelessnessand the bold one inside mem..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bichitra/1741900/</link>
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			<title>retribution</title>
			<description> i m holding my breathe and waiting in the queueshivering in coldand half sanity of mindexpecting the lessons of lifemay be its an aberrationof  the tired mind of mine may be i m waiting for the darknesswhich will sweep everythingalong with my thoughts and textslike a bad dream..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bichitra/1730744/</link>
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