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			<title>soulmate- an epitaph </title>
			<description>mark me a martyrof that most delicate poetry in your eyes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/temjen-anichar/813396/</link>
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			<title>the farewell</title>
			<description>between the leaf of the mulberryand my dried up inkthe words lay frozen and numblike grandma in her coffinon that wicked autumn morning </description>
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			<title>a toast to the b***h</title>
			<description>heapedamong my handpicked fearsliquid courageand a thousand thoughts of you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I andthe nicotine-tongued singer of my solitude&amp;nbsp;spit at each and everymemory of you. </description>
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			<title>to fancy</title>
			<description>but thenyour roses bloomed betweenthe pagesand my penand iwept in the drizzle of solace.</description>
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			<title>stranded eyes- christmas time</title>
			<description>yellow rays ofDecembercurling in geometry to the floating yawnsof sleepy-eyed kitchens&amp;nbsp;muffled curries of nativity-chants&amp;nbsp;rising from the eastsaddledto the wild sun&amp;nbsp;strum your noel, maa prince, they say, has come riding&amp;nbsp;mending her fractured wingsshesilhouetted angelperches again..</description>
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			<title>among the dead</title>
			<description>muted in that air of abandoned lonelinesswas a hidden howl of phantom longingnessas if aching for comfort and solacein the tender love of a lost hour and place</description>
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			<title>song in a glass</title>
			<description>IIf I pluck the fiery starsinto the shiverof my renegadefingersAnd peel the pages of ruthless memorieswith cigarette buttsand emptybottles littered across my faceIf I wrap myself round this wistful windand hurl mytearsamong the brigand mulberries If I scatter th..</description>
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