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			<title>Nightmare and Love</title>
			<description>A gothic story with a touch of love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sonom-rahnuma/1034783/</link>
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			<title>Putrefied Time</title>
			<description>My soul is pierced hundred times,from what i see everyday.To let me live in this despair,I keep my mouth sealed.Seeing the death-race i thinkmay be my number is next.I'll go when time comesleaving my wounded soul behind.I've big burdens of injustice,which i can't carry anymore.Op..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sonom-rahnuma/888239/</link>
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			<title>The Legacy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her great grandfather was a matchmaker.He used to live in a village; her paternal grandfather's house is still there but none to live.Maloti searches for memorie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sonom-rahnuma/838039/</link>
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			<title>Death Becomes His</title>
			<description>Imagining the afterlife...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sonom-rahnuma/837941/</link>
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			<title>Psudosuspense to Confidence</title>
			<description>Sometimes you think you are nearto your goal and you've overcome the fear.But when the earth down to your feetshakes and makes you realize your defeat,You feel afraid and come to your sense;the confidence, you realize it was just pretense.&amp;nbsp;The fear strikes you and you try to screa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sonom-rahnuma/837113/</link>
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			<title>You and Me</title>
			<description>For my loved one.</description>
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