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			<title>While I Be</title>
			<description>A reflection on how digital distractions distort presence, reduce thought, and disconnect us from our own lives.</description>
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			<title>Through stained glass</title>
			<description>A reflective journey through fear, suppression, and fractured identity &amp;mdash; ending with a fragile moment of self-recognition.</description>
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			<title>The Man Who Forgot To See</title>
			<description>This poem speaks about the struggles of living a monotonous life, and how to break free from that cycle.</description>
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			<title>The Song Of Silence</title>
			<description>Every moment I remember you,Memories come to my mind, a few.Every day I watch drops of dew,I remember, when you bade adieu.Now I watch the sky for you,And hear the mourning of a few,The cries of people in a queue,The Song Of Silence sung by you.We lived a great life, we did,But there were some thing..</description>
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