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			<title>Daddy's Girl.</title>
			<description>This poem is about a daughter talking about her father and the relationship Tay they finally shared.</description>
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			<title>Time travel</title>
			<description>Have you ever time travelled?Million days, million memories baffled.Days were better than, hearts were lightPeople were a bit less fake and more bright.Have you cut yourself enough, to feel numbness running through your vein?To feel no hunger, no thirst just pain.Have you ever cr..</description>
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			<title>Fairy tale...</title>
			<description>Dedicated to the person who inspires me to excel in life, who supports me and strengthens me whenever I fall weak..thanks for being there..I still remember the second time me met@Pune..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arpitachetan/1967302/</link>
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			<title>Moving on..</title>
			<description>Its hard to forget after a heart break...even harder is to move on.but somewhere we have to stop and live life our way..parting with our past sorrows..</description>
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			<title>An orphan and a widow left behind.</title>
			<description>Solitude somehow found its way out,Tears of loss silenced  among cowardly shout.The girl, probably five or small ,Her mother, crying across the hall.None yet touched the body hung from the ceiling high,Murmurs, rants, sobs and sigh.The corpse of a father and husband hung By the ropes t..</description>
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