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		<description>The original writings of author Narshada</description>
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			<title>1: The Investigator</title>
			<description>First draft of first chapter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614706/</link>
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			<title>The Angle of Coincidence</title>
			<description>My current project -  a supernatural detective mystery starring &quot;The Investigator&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614705/</link>
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			<title>Mary &amp; Arthur</title>
			<description>As yet unfinished short story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614701/</link>
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			<title>Matter</title>
			<description>Playing with rhymes. Something I normally steer clear of in poetry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614685/</link>
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			<title>Blow Up</title>
			<description>You can keep your smilesWith the heat of a thousand suns in themBurn it all awayFlash fire and then I&amp;rsquo;m taken upDispersed into the skyThe wrinkles on my fingers are just a memoryI&amp;rsquo;m numb and happy to be hereI&amp;rsquo;m the guy at the backIf you look for me you&amp;rsquo;ll seeI&amp;rsquo;ll beStan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614684/</link>
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			<title>Control Blood</title>
			<description>It seeps between my fingers&amp;#8232;And there&amp;rsquo;s not much I can doTo hold it in, hold it backStaunch the flowStem the floodI&amp;rsquo;m just going to sit here for a whileAnd tend the wrong woundA metallic taste likeAll the iron came to the surfaceAnd I&amp;rsquo;m drowning</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614683/</link>
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			<title>In Between invites</title>
			<description>Left wanting, standing stillNever moving at allBut movedThe horizon isn&amp;rsquo;t realJust something we use to make senseIt can all be trackedSorted into neat little pilesAnd thrown into the airFor all I care</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614665/</link>
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			<title>A letter to the host</title>
			<description>Thank you so muchI had a time for a timeBut I had to leave.There are people waitingBut not for me.So what to do?Time and memory defineA life held in a momentEveryone smiles for photosI had to leave.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614663/</link>
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			<title>Occult</title>
			<description>Stare up at the starsDo you really believe they shine just for you?In a universe givenBelatedly realisingThe fit is just too tightIf I inhale as you speakCan I eat your words?If I smell your skinCan I taste your death?Always rehearsingA play that already startedWith no end but our ownIn the line of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614655/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Playing with rhyming couplets.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614654/</link>
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			<title>Let Down</title>
			<description>This poem was used as lyrics for a band I sang in briefly. I really liked the song.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614651/</link>
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			<title>Personal favour for a stranger</title>
			<description>Playing with tempo and rhythm, by having the last word of each line form the first word of the next, even if that breaks the line before its end.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614647/</link>
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			<title>Ampersand</title>
			<description>Short poem playing with conjunctions using the word 'and'.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Narshada/614644/</link>
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