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		<description>The original writings of author Rahman Bin Taleb</description>
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			<title>Journey</title>
			<description>A little boy's journey to what's next!</description>
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			<title>twin</title>
			<description>they were same in talk and folk.their choice and other determining factor were really identical.one could not remember the face one in absence of other.they are twin.from the begining they were brought up by their parent somehow different from others.every corner of one was known to others because t..</description>
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			<title>The Journey</title>
			<description>The morn comes and waits for another'T would&amp;nbsp; be better and lull With a handful of roses and Smile of a 'Good God'&amp;nbsp; But that doesn't come thu' Me and mob wait for the love iota A small but glad dream stretching outTo a horizon of no man's landHaving a good deal of heart and Taking a lot of..</description>
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			<title>the agony</title>
			<description>on the occasion of furious  uprising</description>
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			<title>lacuna</title>
			<description>I STAND THERE OBSERVING THE DANCES AND DEEDSTHE ALL ARE FOULSTHE HOSTAGE AND THE SICK GO THERE! EAT THE RATTHE CLARK AND THE TOP MAKE THE HEAVY POCKET WITH THE SCOPEI HATE AND GAZEBUT THE ARE BEING CHASEDEVERYWHERE THERE ISLACUNA,LACUNA,LACUNA!</description>
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			<title>VULTURES</title>
			<description>HE TAKES ME FOR FRIENDI RELY ON HIMHIS VULTURISM UNKNOWN STILL YES,I BELIEVE AND STILL DOHE HITS ME IN BACKI DON'T CARE FOR ITHE IS MY FRIEND I THINK</description>
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			<title>BLEEDING IN HEART</title>
			<description>SUNDAY</description>
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			<title>EXPERIENCING NEW WORLD</title>
			<description>THURSDAY</description>
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			<title>THE RETURN</title>
			<description>THURSDAY</description>
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