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			<title>Zen</title>
			<description>ZenPeaceStillnessLike water and no wavesDripping But all clarity Amidst tornadosAnd the clashing of water within caves ZenShallow So much so it hurts And aching to go deepBecause the surfaceIs pain I can't breatheWhere is ZenIs she a thing inside of me?</description>
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			<title>Fajr</title>
			<description>I came across this little piece I had written a few years ago and, although I am a completely different person now, I feel like I am betraying myself by hiding it away. So here it is. </description>
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