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			<title>Resurrection</title>
			<description>A few thoughts, vague and undisciplined to describe resurrection.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/1714620/</link>
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			<title>Farewell</title>
			<description>For a dear friend of mine. Dearest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/1710835/</link>
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			<title>Rage - Hard to Tame</title>
			<description>This poem is basically about me and the anger issues i am having nowadays. And it is dedicated to anybody who is going through the same distress. If you know what i mean ;)
Please review :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/1098536/</link>
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			<title>Graduate of the Past</title>
			<description> I am alone, that I can bet,I have got a past, I just cannot forget.Dipping down the alley,Through my own special valley,I have been taught all teaching,About my life and it&amp;rsquo;s leaching; I am a graduate of the past,Not the first or the last.I had feelings yesterday,But I have count to nil today..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/946012/</link>
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			<title>Casual Thoughts</title>
			<description>To the time that I exist,You know I&amp;rsquo;ll miss you forever.Still blurred in a poignant mist,Hope you&amp;rsquo;ll see me never. I can walk past my past,And head to the cloud nine or hell.Me, I can cry till I last,But can go on merry as well. Ditch me when I&amp;rsquo;m gone,Don&amp;rsquo;t harass me like thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/946011/</link>
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			<title>Dear Past..</title>
			<description>A raging encounter with the past.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/946010/</link>
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			<title>With Love, From Soul.</title>
			<description>Those little words of compassion,Passed on through my dead cold ears.But I cannot behold your passion,And thank you with hugs and tears.I lay steady and calm,None of my senses working.But I can feel the warmth of your palm,And can hear you crying.I wanted to be with you,Forever in your life.For I co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/817412/</link>
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			<title>When Heart Cries.</title>
			<description>When my heart cries out loudly,When my blood flows tad fast,When my chest fills up broadly,I will confirm that she was the last.When my eyes go blind in tears,When my ears echo out your name,When my brain surrenders for all fears,I will realize that my love was lame.When my hands go bloodless and co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/817411/</link>
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			<title>Things to Do</title>
			<description>Tear apart the darkness,Let the wind kiss your face.Jump out of dizzying sadness,Walk in sand to leave your trace.Never forget to count your days,Let yourself enjoy living for you.Start adapting all truthful ways,Freshen yourself like morning dew.Force the evils to erase themselves,Give needful to t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/817410/</link>
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			<title>Dead to the World - A Dream</title>
			<description>People don&amp;rsquo;t seem to sleep a lot nowadays; they have reached an extremely dissimilar level of Insomnia. I am one of those people. I tend to lose my sleep for things which matter to me more than my body. Since a tired and completely used body needs its own share of leisure time, it tries its be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin/817406/</link>
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