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			<title>Chapter 1 The shadow Fiend</title>
			<description>Prologue&amp;nbsp;It was a brisk December&amp;rsquo;s night. The ice-cold air frosted the windows ofstationary cars and petrified the widowed branches of the council set trees.The west London streets bore an unnerving shade, with the night&amp;rsquo;s moon vacantl..</description>
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			<title>Visus Verum  - part 1 open your eyes </title>
			<description>a supernatural drama set in modern day London. more specifically west london home to the many beings that hide in the shadows of the world.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Noirw7/1867004/</link>
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			<title>Silhouette</title>
			<description>description of my experience with sleep paralysis. also my second try at a non-rhyming poem. and my latest work</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Noirw7/1651060/</link>
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			<title>the hearts divide</title>
			<description>this heart is split, one side is finethe other longs for poisoned winethe taste divine like fruit of vineyet sour tinge procured from limea body thin and full of flavourdemands the tongues un-thwarted favourin which is sworn for only truththe mouth when forced shall come uncoutha mind as free as sha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Noirw7/1645946/</link>
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			<title>The wonderer</title>
			<description>first and only try at a non-rhyming poem  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Noirw7/1645911/</link>
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			<title>londons pride</title>
			<description>this poem came up whilst cheffing in a busy pub set upon the thames </description>
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