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		<description>The original writings of author Tarik</description>
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			<title>Dorothy forsakes </title>
			<description>A woman leaves her husband with a friend she has always loved. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/996823/</link>
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			<title>the old man ...his secrets </title>
			<description>I sat and listened to the man with the moustache and belly he spoke of secrets he spoke of emotionshe said he showed his real self to mehe said he was alone he said he couldn't tell the worldhe said he was afraidwe shall always be persecuted, we shall always be afraid.I told him i fe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/896309/</link>
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			<title>At the cafe door </title>
			<description>At the cafe door, i wait. the voice rings in my ears&quot; you, you, you, let's go inside&quot; what makes of us such sad loverswhat makes of us such sweet beingsor are we? it was on that day the shadow slipped into our lifeit took away the sweetnessand left us with a distance that expands..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/896305/</link>
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			<title>Dead next to three photos</title>
			<description>An old lady dies alone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/772822/</link>
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			<title>Bliss </title>
			<description>A boy, a man and a wife. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/761882/</link>
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			<title>The reason </title>
			<description>I watched people going byI watched sad eyes gazing atthe worldThey couldn&amp;rsquo;t find answersThey couldn&amp;rsquo;t even find theproper questions to askBut I knew it; I knew thereason why we were all sadwhy are we here?Why do we spend our dayswalking aroundL..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/691838/</link>
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			<title>Materials. </title>
			<description>Why such a feeling makes me so sad and so happy at the sametime?I'm made of iron; I can bear itI&amp;rsquo;m made of sand; I can scratch your skin I&amp;rsquo;m made of silver; I can shimmer in the sunlightAnd I&amp;rsquo;m made of glass; I can breakI can break and hurt you, wound ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/689953/</link>
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			<title>Your monster </title>
			<description>I shudder in the cold air.On that accursed day, youshall speak to your monster all those beautiful things you told me.All the secrets of your mindThe envious ideas that youshared with me All of your daily sins, youspoke out so willingly. Your heart beamed and breathed i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/689784/</link>
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			<title>Relapse </title>
			<description>The voice spoke It whispered my feelingsThe dithering changes ofmoods The sudden relapseThe shuddering of a body, lyingover shards of glassThey engrave your skin They ram their hands throughyour chest and pinch your heart.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Why should anyone suffe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/686488/</link>
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			<title>Are you married? </title>
			<description>She was a math teacher. Herday was like any other teacher in the whole world. Wake up, make a cup ofcoffee and drink it while driving to her school, and listening to the boringmorning chit chat on Egyptian radio. Such programs as &amp;ldquo;an hour for your heart&amp;rdquo;weren&amp;rsquo;t her ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/685597/</link>
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			<title>Flowers and death </title>
			<description>They rest against the rim ofthe vase With their yielding leaves watchingthe world&amp;nbsp;One touch shattered them Their leaves plunged down theground.You separated them. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Their essence fled thebleakness, the severity, the roughness; Of the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/684097/</link>
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			<title>He told me he missed her</title>
			<description>He told me he missed herThe way he caressed me when Iwas sadmade me forget that he missedherHe told me it was an affairThen while teaching him totalkHe told me he missed herHe told that she left a mark &amp;nbsp;But I&amp;rsquo;m sure that the markwasn&amp;rsquo;t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/683180/</link>
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			<title>Death</title>
			<description>The angel&amp;rsquo;s wings flutteracross the skyThe old man resting in hisbed, with his eyes closedThe angel knocks and thewindow opens&amp;ldquo;I shall show you mercy, oldfriend&amp;rdquo; the angel speaks&amp;ldquo;I shall carry away your soulto the vaults of heaven&amp;rdquo; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/682386/</link>
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			<title>Bliss</title>
			<description>a gay boy who's struggling to find peace. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarik/681915/</link>
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