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		<description>The original writings of author Aradhana</description>
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			<title>A matter of perspective</title>
			<description>A cold breeze passes through my facePlaying with my hairCooling me downAnd along with it A stream of thoughts Rush into my mind&amp;nbsp;A war beginsBetween devil and angelBoth of them equally powerfulWhy is wrong &amp;ldquo;wrong&amp;rdquo;Why is right &amp;ldquo;right&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2172224/</link>
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			<title>My love</title>
			<description>When I see her My heart runs away frommeLeaving me alone He flirts with herI don&amp;rsquo;t know why She is so attractiveMy heart starts blushing Each time she smile &amp;nbsp;Sometimes little bullshitSometimes like a prettydoll She is the love hole inwhi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2171473/</link>
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			<title>Each Time</title>
			<description>Wheneveryou teased me I convinced myselfBy saying It was just a mere jokeEach time when you made funof meI told myself We were friends So it&amp;rsquo;s okWhenever you scolded meI comforted myself By sayingI am the one who should improveEvery time when..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2170684/</link>
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			<title>Can't we just start over once again</title>
			<description>That smile which you give meWhen no one is around That hello which you say to meWhen I am not about to Strengthens my love towards you &amp;nbsp;You may not knowHow much pleased I am to receive themBut the thing you knowIs that I never persuaded youNor will I ever..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2170555/</link>
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			<title>While the moon was red</title>
			<description>A depressed girl finds herself in a helpless state and thinks of how miserable her life has become bringing flood of tears just because of cruel words and treatment given to her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2168914/</link>
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			<title>Evil Heart</title>
			<description>Painful side of love and betrayal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2168026/</link>
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			<title>A Warning</title>
			<description>It's high time now that we remove the blindfold and look at the destruction we've caused and stop harming our earth and take care of it and make it a better and harmonious place to live.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2168025/</link>
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			<title>life long</title>
			<description>one sided love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2168012/</link>
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			<title>Are You</title>
			<description>a lovers's dilemma after being separated for a long time and wondering was it really worth it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2168011/</link>
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			<title>A Book</title>
			<description>Books are an inseparable parts of our lives &amp; for book addicts it is just unimaginable to survive without books. Here is a poem which expresses the love of a book lover &amp; how much a book is desirable.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2167970/</link>
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			<title>the fallen leaf</title>
			<description>It is a high time now that we rise above our greed and pay attention to the warnings given by nature. we need to treasure and take care of it. here is a conversation between a person and a tree.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/asbd/2167419/</link>
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			<title>Colours of death</title>
			<description>Life is a journey full of twists and turns &amp; we, the souls of lord, who were separated frm him have to go through this.During the time of death v still thnk of worldly possessions.All die differently.</description>
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