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			<title>Road </title>
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			<title>Thing in a thing</title>
			<description>As I walk down the path,I enquire,Am I a thing that thinks?Yes you are, Descartes coughsI look at people seeing,everyone's struggleAm I a thing that loves?Yes, says, not the voice&amp;nbsp;in my head, butthe thing that hearsthat voice.I am love.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Mitti </title>
			<description>I embrace my land,By understanding it.&amp;nbsp;I surpass the oblivion,by acknowledging it.Kabir&amp;nbsp;Thiruvalluvar Ajneyahave set it,On fire so I,May see it.And wonder on its,infinitely charming blaze.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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