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			<title>Children of War</title>
			<description>BOOM.RUBBLE, PELLET.A deafening noise, irrepressible cries of men undulate.There a shuddering nine year old zigzags his way to safety.Crouches to catch a breath, fighting frailty.&amp;lsquo;Why us, why me&amp;rsquo; again the inconsolable aches begin.Looming battles outside, losing battles wit..</description>
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			<title>Pushkar, thy peace</title>
			<description>This poem stems from one of my solo travels - Pushkar. Pushkar is a beautiful town in Rajasthan, India. This poem is my tribute to the self-discovery I had whilst on it.</description>
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