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			<title>The time is waiting for you.</title>
			<description>It's my interpretation of tu chal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mallishka/2011053/</link>
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			<title>Scared to be Lonely</title>
			<description>loneliness was an unsatisfied thirst for illusion - kobe abe</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mallishka/1995769/</link>
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			<title>The Caliginous Sea</title>
			<description>Alone in the dark</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mallishka/1981409/</link>
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			<title>A Funny Story</title>
			<description>love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mallishka/1957173/</link>
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			<title>Melancholy </title>
			<description>the poem is about how a person cant let go of the person they love.</description>
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			<title>ipseity</title>
			<description>I hate it when people bombard there opinion and force their decisions on you.It just disturbs the trail of thoughts and druthers of a person.Sometimes it gets so agonizing that the person almost looses his true individuality and falls in a black hole where his self hood doesn't exist.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mallishka/1952332/</link>
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			<title>Lisa's smile</title>
			<description>she cried alone in the bathroom.tried to control her tears.she knew she shouldn't&amp;nbsp;cry,but she really got hurt.she looked at herself in the mirror.there were stretch marks on her curves.her breasts and hips were size-able&amp;nbsp;which made it impossible for others to see her face .she wore a loose..</description>
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