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			<title>The Title is a Work in Progress</title>
			<description>Go aheadTorch my skin withyour words,incendiary sparksracing to set my soul on flamesExcavate my past,scurry lustily for words spoken or silencedShred them, scatterinto lines feebly ringed with a truthyour vulpine eyes wishto see.Watch me fall, eyesswollen with te..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/2100468/</link>
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			<title>Morning Glory</title>
			<description>Behold the camarderie of the vast glorious blueBreathes golden hues of majestic sunlightBlessed is the sky, for no more pervadesthe woeful dark ignorance of night.The sunkissed clouds,lashed by a brilliant pinklulled by the moon so wispy whitethey drift appart for now arrivethe birds, who partake ho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/753343/</link>
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			<title>The Loner</title>
			<description>I an sodden, I am troddenMy intellect minusculemade me the butt of ridiculeI seethe,I boilinto the darkest corners I coilThe perennial storm that rageswithin me, the painthe agony, my pierced heartmy mutilated dignityand mind ripped apart.Not a scintilla of lovenor a sliver of compassionto cajole my..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/753230/</link>
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			<title>The Martyr</title>
			<description>Dear Mother,It is sanctioned beatitude to our soulsthe dwelling in your armsWe've made our tryst with destinyWe have embraced the holy landOh Mother! Till death do us partWe won't partake of the golden sands.But destiny's clock chimes in this bittersweet hourNo longer can our services we renderWe've..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/752718/</link>
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			<title>Unbullied</title>
			<description>A winter there reigns in this seasoned worldThe bitter chill is all I tasteFor shivers run deep, intrude my sleepCold sweat there bears my whole.A head held high for the privileged few?Whilst I flinch from the slap of cold glassPulsating within, the beat within beatMy bre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/752655/</link>
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			<title>The Chronicles of Pain</title>
			<description>He stood.A delusion? His playful mind gnawed at this delicate pang of apprehension. Struck, beleagured by the cold slap of fear, ringed with doubt. A befuddled grimace at the volatile pound of his heart, its pace a quake of insurgency, mercilessly prey to a ribald deluge of duress. Devouring his pow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/752595/</link>
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			<title>My Love</title>
			<description>I miss youI miss everything about youAn intimacy there swells in my heartbut has faded in your eyes.But my love is strongest, purestI shall never forgetHow much I loved you&amp;nbsp;and love you still.Your smile touches the deepest corners of my heartThere was a time,when I knew I was yoursBut that has ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/752590/</link>
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			<title>Music</title>
			<description>MusicI harmoniously serenadeThe lavish peaks and valleysI eccleistically grace&amp;nbsp;the seasons of natureCombing the pulchritudinous colors of spring&amp;nbsp;Revelling in the flamboyant raindrops of monsoonI am the piquant unificationof melody and rhythmI instiagte rebellious vengeancein the martyred s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/752111/</link>
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			<title>Solitude</title>
			<description>SOLITUDEWho would have knownThat to be aloneGifts a beauty whose secret well keptFor so we are bornDistressed and forlornWe become in society&amp;rsquo;s bereft.Yet the greatest romance is the affair with the soulWhere the truth delves milestones deepFor the world eve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sampoorna/752108/</link>
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