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		    <title>the pastelic dream</title>
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		    <pubDate>Wed, 04 Sep 2013 11:38:00 +0800</pubDate>
		    <description>There are some nights whensleep plays coy,aloof and disdainful.And all the wilesthat I employ to winits service to my sideare useless as wounded pride,and much more painful. Maya Angelou </description>
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		    <title>Kabut Senja</title>
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		    <pubDate>Tue, 03 Sep 2013 14:22:00 +0800</pubDate>
		    <description>          ..That  039 s what real love amounts to   letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending   performing. You get to love your pretence. It  039 s true, we  039 re locked in an image, an act   and the sad thing is, people get so used to...</description>
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