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			<title>Khoya hun main</title>
			<description>Khoya hun mainpar samjhu bhi sabManzil hi nhi koito rasta khoju kyu abGhir sa gya hoonis samandar maiPaar lag bhi jaupar ab kinare nhi pasandJaddojahad andar hai merebahari afra tafri se mera kya matlabMai wo machhli ban gya hoonjise sab pasand par pani se nafratHad kar..</description>
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			<title>Is it?</title>
			<description>Land ....slidesInfinite sky is !Is it?It is. Right..Am nothing if we talk about the universeBut everything when in my verseI spit dopeI live in drugsBut is it really meIs it?Or it's all because she broke my heartConfused enoughBecause I think too muchIt is possibleIs it?Or Its just because I never w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A_mitH/1979901/</link>
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			<title>You can take the cred...</title>
			<description>Some timesSome daysSome nightsMy mind on ragePain I haveSums up to pain I hadStuck somewhereEveryday waiting&amp;nbsp;To be deadOr kill someoneWhatever fills the blank spaceIn my soulNd my headAm becoming a poetYou can take the credMaybe a killer somedayWill spreadThe hate you gaveWill bled that personW..</description>
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			<title>Still hoping..</title>
			<description>Sure that was a different lifeYou were there by my sideAt least that's what I had in my mindNow I don't think I have oneJust weed and stripesPlaying with them or playing with my lifeDon't know&amp;nbsp;but once I did picture you as my wifeSure you are having a good timeAm just like many standing in the ..</description>
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			<title>Wait Wait..</title>
			<description>I wanted to write something but had no idea, so I asked one of my friends she replied with a ...'Wait Wait'...so here I am...</description>
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			<title>Money Matters!! &amp;#128580;</title>
			<description>Most people these days spend most of their life running behind same thing and amazingly that thing is just a piece of paper.. &amp;#128517;</description>
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			<title>Wicked Smile &amp;#128527;</title>
			<description> Its about the smirk smile, which I find a bit wicked too.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A_mitH/1963976/</link>
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			<title>Who am I ?</title>
			<description>I ve been here&amp;nbsp;I ve seen it allI ve seen the SpringAnd the fallI made memories at places&amp;nbsp;where I didn't belongPeople I found never stayed by for very longI may be the reasonOr it is possible there is no reason at allI just think too muchAnd most people find it oddStep by step I tried to wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A_mitH/1962278/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>Yes, I am lost...Fading like shadow...Waiting for something or someone?Or me to snatch that power chord,For once and for all.Thinking now and then...If I want to live,What it ll be for?Society seems soreFor happiness here you need croresOr you can take other'sJust need a gun shot from 12 boreDon't k..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A_mitH/1961210/</link>
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			<title>Quite</title>
			<description>I can describe u in piecesBut when u come as a whole U make me quite..Those shiny eyes,Luscious lips , those changing hairstylesThose beholding expressions on ur face...Makes me sigh , makes me smile.....But m quiteU r touching me like I belong to uU r kissing my cheeks like ..</description>
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			<title>Love String </title>
			<description>When we startedWe started like a simple stringUnknown we wereTotally different beingsOur life had nothing in commonBut yet we started talkingI had a weird curiosityOf knowing uU were simple innocentNd opened up like a bookDat made u more attractiveBut soon I foundWe had dif..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A_mitH/1819585/</link>
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			<title>Yeah u are an Animal, social though .....</title>
			<description>While surfing net I came across a news of a girl's accident. That accident happened in broad daylight on the most busiest road of the most busiest city but no one came to help her. I don't know why ?</description>
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			<title>Love can't be true</title>
			<description>Love can't be trueReally!!! &amp;#128545; what m thinking a virtual U !!!&amp;#128533;Either it's meOr something bout u....Otherwise y would my mind go crazyWhen I tell my heart I don't love U.....Tried to hateBut maybe my heart still stuck in uTrying to move on Or, inside me ,trying to ke..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A_mitH/1807599/</link>
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			<title>They taught me how to walk</title>
			<description>They taught me how to walkThey taught me how to talkBut does that meanI can't choose my own wayAnd can't speak what I really want to sayYeah they are my parentsThey brought me upI know its a big dealAnd i really appreciate dier effortsBut does that meanI have to take it all as ..</description>
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