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			<title>Invisibly Embeded In My Heart...</title>
			<description>This is an ode to the best friend I ever had...Sneha. We're no more a major part of each other's lives like we used to be but yet, as the title suggests, she's invisibly embeded in my heart...</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;I wait for him...&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Teachers, spare us!</title>
			<description>Well, it's a light hearted, funny poem about an english teacher of ours.</description>
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			<title>Feeling low...in teens.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I feel like I'm falling in this bottomless pit,Where everything is dark, very dark and nothing much lit.Nothing seems to interest me and I just don't know why,It is blankly that I stare at the starry dark sky.&amp;nbsp;It's killing me parts at a time this feeling of sadness,All it does..</description>
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