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			<title>CANVAS</title>
			<description>A beautiful paintingOn a bright canvasBut the margins of itWere grey , sometimesWhatever good you get You can't erase those grey marginsJust do not be afraidDo not run Accept itEven accept the fear Someday fear will go away too </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khazima/2816213/</link>
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			<title>ASYLUM</title>
			<description>Nothing is more precious than putting a smile on someone's face ,let's not make this world a bitter place for existence .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khazima/2814438/</link>
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			<title>SEA SHORE </title>
			<description>we are no one and we are everyone </description>
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			<title>WINTER</title>
			<description>it was a dark winter night with its cold winds ,was enough to break through bones ,then I got your call ,you are lately suffering from insomnia and I know its because of excessive nicotine consumption or maybe opium or morphine I don't know if you told truth ,I advised you to drink detox juice I exp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khazima/2794472/</link>
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			<title>Letters of Asabella</title>
			<description>Epistolary work</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khazima/2156654/</link>
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			<title>ANCIENTS </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;am I really alive...or just pretending that everything is ok and nothin' went spoiled...these overwhelming thoughts are just like mad summer nights,still howling in my mind,sometimes I wish that GOD should honored me with some super powers so that I could have changed the winds that made me fe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khazima/2110630/</link>
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			<title>Along the edge</title>
			<description>I'm feeling that I'm gonna fuse in this marshy world and  I know that won't be able to see you again anymore ...like a foggy day , everything even my perspectives are disappearing and I just can't figment any memory any imagination..what a loss ,oh my beloved what a loss it is.is that was really the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khazima/2011514/</link>
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			<title>The last wind </title>
			<description>Here I decorated my thoughts with some words.</description>
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			<title>The Man</title>
			<description>Sexy bodies ,fancy cloths  ...rotten souls !</description>
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