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		<description>The original writings of author Loney tunes</description>
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			<title>Mariya</title>
			<description>It was a dull eveningbefore i saw your face:a sudden happening that set my soul ablaze,burning it shred by shredlike pieces of meat;a feeling that will never endtill we finally meet&amp;nbsp;this is not an arrow from Cupidneither is it about love.to you this is stupid,to me its a..</description>
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			<title>The Witch</title>
			<description>Dedicated exclusively to the Female folk</description>
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			<title>Paradox of the Blank Page</title>
			<description>This is more of philosophy than poetry</description>
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			<title>While brushing my teeth</title>
			<description>It describes a situation in which we often find ourselves; when we are been criticised and find it hard to reply. You cannot talk while brushing your teeth</description>
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			<title>Crossroad Blues 1</title>
			<description>describes that Rubicon point in our lives mixed with indecision,confusion and youthful naivete </description>
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			<title>Eyes which do not see evil</title>
			<description>Amidst the mien of subdued bitternesstwo lighthouses lie,engrossed in the perpetuity of darknesswhere all that is mundane die.A maroon, a strangerfrom an existence of ennui,surviviving through lofty clairvoyance,in the luxury of&amp;nbsp; covert sagacity.piercing with..</description>
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			<title>Go into where she comes from</title>
			<description>Dedicated to guys, stressed out and put off by the vanities of this world</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lonestar/812339/</link>
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			<title>On my knees</title>
			<description>Do i have a right to be sorrowfulto seek a life of blissthat i have thought to myself not rightfuleven if only by leaseI look through the windows againgazing at trivialities i do not needbut what is it's gainif i am too big to fall on my kneesThe tears dripping from my eyeswishing they could fetch m..</description>
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