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		<description>The original writings of author Abhishek Izy</description>
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			<title>Like A Raven In A Graveyard</title>
			<description>Distance like forever, but those dots of eyes glare.Like a soulmate of lifetime, like we know each other well.I can feel it&amp;rsquo;s lonely flutter, shape wind to my tired eyelids.Calling me in the soulless nights or so can I hear, almost.The death of the graveyard shines grim on its dark wings.Almos..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2772900/</link>
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			<title>Nostalgia</title>
			<description>An undiluted attention to the days of the childhood</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2770797/</link>
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			<title>Collapse of a Man</title>
			<description>Breakdown of everything which mattered to you, in the last of your breath. A realization that so vast your existence doesn't really matter in the grand scale of our social and ecological spectrum</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2118986/</link>
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			<title>Chapter3: The Indian Underbelly of Dark Chaos</title>
			<description>Mr.Roach saves the tribe of the bed bugs but hands himself a very dark and dangerous situation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2092380/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Truth or Dare</title>
			<description>The group gets high and slowly but definitely start rolling into the madness and chaos</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2092124/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3 : Smoke In The Veins</title>
			<description>The group finally gets high on weeds and immediately gets swept off with a high impact. they get high for the first time and have no idea how to react to it.

Meanwhile they are being watched.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2091765/</link>
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			<title>The Love In Your Eyes</title>
			<description>A surreal tale of a man who walks into a blind girl's life, whispers beautiful world in her years and loves her so much that he dies to give his eyes to her to see the world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2091255/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: The Morning Blues</title>
			<description>Mr.Roach runs into more troubles and finds an unexpected businessman friend in Chotu</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2091102/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 : Rest Of The Lesser Douchebags &amp; A Pink Underwear</title>
			<description>Group amends the interruptions in their plan</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2090923/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 : Four Funny Douchebags</title>
			<description>A Christmas night in a call center, where four friends hatch an evil plan to smoke Cannabis. Their first ever!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2090782/</link>
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			<title>The Cannabis Chaos</title>
			<description>This is a humor-filled incident of a night which ran into utter psychedelic chaos. This is intentionally laced with Hindi words, explanation of which can be found in the 'note' section.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2090779/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 : Mr.Roach at An Indian party</title>
			<description>Mr. Roach scurried over the spoon at the table leftovers. Honey drops and spicy crunchy bits of snack was one of the most inviting leftovers he ever dreamt of.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Nothing, tastes better&quot; he whispered, giving himself to tummy pleasure. Hardly did he notice, the honey bottle, tripped on the side. I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2089624/</link>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>A cockroach from N.Y lands in New Delhi for the adventure of his lifetime</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088622/</link>
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			<title>The Great Indian Adventure of a Cockroach from N.Y</title>
			<description>This is a very very old prehistoric write, which I wrote riding a T.Rex. This is &quot;just for fun&quot; stuff, no arts and heavy duty stuff involved. Read it, chuckle and forget it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088617/</link>
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			<title>Screaming Spitting Pieces</title>
			<description>A rant of a cheated  &amp; broken up lover. 
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088310/</link>
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			<title>The Pact - Day 1</title>
			<description>This is loaded with crudeness and rough edges,slangs etc. Please do not read if you're into it. This is NOT erotica </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088151/</link>
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			<title>Hey Dad</title>
			<description>A Girl's Song for her dead father</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088131/</link>
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			<title>The Children of No One</title>
			<description>A poetic study of helpless children born in red light areas</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088130/</link>
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			<title>A Kill Machine</title>
			<description>A sniper whose life and reality flashes constantly in front of his tired yet alert eyes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088129/</link>
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			<title>My December Love</title>
			<description>A love song in the cold misty fogs of the December Winter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088128/</link>
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			<title>The Picture on the Wall</title>
			<description>This is a canvas of an empty lost yet beautiful heart</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2088118/</link>
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			<title>Terrified Emotion</title>
			<description>I look at me so terrified,Trembling yet so justified.In a moment when I thought you cried.Doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter that I held up and tried.I knew I was on losing ground,And I knew I was just loosing mind.And when you left me with just a winkThe thousand Suns did burn in me.Annihilating me into million ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2087416/</link>
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			<title>Remember That Night, Baby</title>
			<description>Remember that Night baby? It was so crazyYou walked into the terrace, draped in the sheetThe blues of your eyes, glittering so hazy,You looked so tight, you walked so lazy.And as I lay wondering beneath the stars.You kissed me so full and the night was ours.Remember that Night baby? The wine got you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2087413/</link>
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			<title>Drown The Pain, In a Still Greater Pain</title>
			<description>Feet stomping. Hey can you listen them on roll?Their New Year Call. Electronics emerging, surging.The laser falling on their tees, and submerging.Wait yeah, I am installing happiness in me.Look, its failing miserably. Let me stand here, or disappear.Go walk to the party, nah let them not jeer.Hear, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2087410/</link>
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			<title>My Girlfriend, My Succubus</title>
			<description>Waking from the nightmare, sweat glitters in the light of the moon,I realize the cold sneaking in, from the rusted old open windows.Snaking through the legs, wrapping my naked skin like a living.Like its icing my veins, slowly diluting the warmth of the blood.The blankets don&amp;rsquo;t warm me anymore..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2087406/</link>
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			<title>Come, Sleep With Me</title>
			<description>Erotics &amp; Sensuality</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2087401/</link>
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			<title>The Burnt Bridges</title>
			<description>Pain &amp; Paranoia

Re=posed from old post (from an inaccessible account)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2087395/</link>
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			<title>Marijuana Smokin Pimp</title>
			<description>This is a modern punk pop culture inspired post, please do not look for a flow and much of a sense.
Re-posting from an old post (from different inaccessible profile)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2087392/</link>
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			<title>Sick &amp; Paranoid</title>
			<description>A pop culture insight into a mind so confused at its failures that it keeps looping back to itself with no progression whatsoever. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NewAbhishekIzy/2086995/</link>
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