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		<description>The original writings of author Artur</description>
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			<title>Palikot</title>
			<description>Szklank&amp;#261; po &amp;#322;apkach &amp;#2013266048;&quot;czyli felieton wielce nieobiektywny Artura Pompera o prozacu iPalikocieSta&amp;#324;czyk z twarz&amp;#261; PalikotaJa wiedzia&amp;#322;em ze takb&amp;#281;dzie. I cho&amp;#263; wcale nie jest mi z tym &amp;#322;atwo, c&amp;oacute;&amp;#380; mog&amp;#281;powiedzie&amp;#263;.Wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/613782/</link>
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			<title>Kraj smutnych ludzi</title>
			<description>		Szklank&amp;#261; po &amp;#322;apkach &amp;#2013266048;&quot;felieton nieobiektywny Artura PomperaZ cyklu &amp;bdquo;Frustracje&amp;rdquo;&amp;#2013266048;&quot;  urlop w PolsceKrajsmutnych ludzi	Jak ju&amp;#380; niekt&amp;oacute;rzywiedz&amp;#261;, od jakiego&amp;#347; czasu mieszkam sobie na tej wyspie co zw&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/604681/</link>
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			<title>Krzyz kt&amp;oacute;ry dzieli</title>
			<description>		Szklank&amp;#261;po &amp;#322;apkach &amp;#2013266048;&quot; subiektywny felieton Artura PomperaKrzy&amp;#380;kt&amp;oacute;ry dzieliA&amp;#380; wstyd patrze&amp;#263; cosi&amp;#281; sta&amp;#322;o w Warszawie. Nie pozwolono na przeniesienie krzy&amp;#380;asprzed pa&amp;#322;acu prezydenckiego. Krzy&amp;#380; mia&amp;#322; upam..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/586907/</link>
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			<title>samotny czlowiek/single man</title>
			<description>		gdyby&amp;#347; m&amp;oacute;g&amp;#322; zaplanowa&amp;#263;ostatni dzie&amp;#324; swojego &amp;#380;yciaczy szlocha&amp;#322;by&amp;#347; &amp;#380;e to ju&amp;#380; koniecczy wola&amp;#322;by&amp;#347; nasyca&amp;#263; si&amp;#281; ka&amp;#380;d&amp;#261;jego chwil&amp;#261;smakowa&amp;#322;by&amp;#347; ka&amp;#380;d&amp;#261; z chwilupaja&amp;#322; si&amp;#28..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/585429/</link>
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			<title>Ale szmira!</title>
			<description>		Szklank&amp;#261;po &amp;#322;apkach &amp;#2013266048;&quot; subiektywny felieton Artura PomperaALE SZMIRA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	Musz&amp;#281;Pa&amp;#324;stwu o czym&amp;#347; opowiedzie&amp;#263;. Zapewne nie jestem jedynym, kt&amp;oacute;ryzapisa&amp;#322; si&amp;#281; do listy mejlingowej..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/562650/</link>
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			<title>Luther</title>
			<description>		Luther*je&amp;#347;li z&amp;#322;o trzeba z&amp;#322;em zwalcza&amp;#263;czy zostaje nam miejsce na na to wszystko co inni dobrem nazywaj&amp;#261;czy wtedy z&amp;#322;o pozostaje tylko stanem wkt&amp;oacute;rym nie ma dobra jak chcia&amp;#322; Augustynczy jest nowym bytem niezno&amp;#347;nie ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/557826/</link>
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			<title>Dab kontra przeprowadzka</title>
			<description>		Szklank&amp;#261; po &amp;#322;apkach &amp;#2013266048;&quot;felieton/komentarz ca&amp;#322;kowicie subiektywny Artura PomperaD&amp;#261;bkontra przeprowadzki czyliwalkana gesty walka na s&amp;#322;owaczyliuderzeniew splot, pardon, w spot (wyborczy)Obejrza&amp;#322;em sobie spotywyborcze dw&amp;o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/557820/</link>
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			<title>blizniak zastepczy</title>
			<description>		Szklank&amp;#261; po &amp;#322;apkach &amp;#2013266048;&quot;felieton subiektywny Artura PomperaBli&amp;#378;niakzast&amp;#281;pczy...czyliJaros&amp;#322;aw po przem&amp;oacute;wieniu &amp;ldquo;Do braci Moskali&amp;rdquo;Oto Jaros&amp;#322;aw odmieniony.W przem&amp;oacute;wieniu do przyjaci&amp;oacute;&amp;#322; Moskali zoba..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/551036/</link>
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			<title>rosyjsko polskie pojednanie</title>
			<description>		Szklank&amp;#261;po &amp;#322;apkach - felieton subiektywny Artura PomperaRosyjsko-polskiepojednanieOstatnie wydarzenia &amp;#2013266048;&quot;katastrofa prezydenckiego samolotu oraz niezwykle ciep&amp;#322;a iprzychylna reakcja rosyjskiego spo&amp;#322;ecze&amp;#324;stwa po raz pierwszy odwiel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/545618/</link>
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			<title>facebook</title>
			<description>		Szklank&amp;#261;po &amp;#322;apkach&amp;#2013266048;&quot; felieton nieobiektywny Artura PomperaSromotnieuzale&amp;#380;nionyod facebuukaNiedawno do&amp;#322;&amp;#261;czy&amp;#322;emdo rzeszy czterystu milion&amp;oacute;w u&amp;#380;ytkownik&amp;oacute;wkt&amp;oacute;rzy codziennie wchodz&amp;#261;na pewn&amp;#261;str..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/544069/</link>
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			<title>pierwsze klamstwo kampanii prezydenckiej</title>
			<description>		Szklank&amp;#261; po &amp;#322;apkach &quot;felieton/ komentarz wysoce nieobiektywny Artura Pompera.Pierwszek&amp;#322;amstwo wybor&amp;oacute;w prezydenckich 2010W&amp;#322;a&amp;#347;nie dzi&amp;#347;przeczyta&amp;#322;em pierwsze w tej kampanii k&amp;#322;amstwo. Brzmia&amp;#322;o ono: takampania, b&amp;#281;dzie kam..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/539787/</link>
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			<title>Tragiczna smierc polskiego prezydenta</title>
			<description>Prezydent Lech Kaczy&amp;#324;ski &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Je&amp;#347;li mia&amp;#322;bym napisa&amp;#263; kilka s&amp;#322;&amp;oacute;w otragicznie zmar&amp;#322;ym prezydencie to musia&amp;#322;bym zacz&amp;#261;&amp;#263; od z&amp;#322;o&amp;#380;enia kondolencji jegonajbl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/535265/</link>
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			<title>wybory</title>
			<description>			Nowakampania wyborcza	Trwa &amp;#380;a&amp;#322;oba narodowa.Prezydent i kilkadziesi&amp;#261;t innych os&amp;oacute;b nie &amp;#380;yje. Ich &amp;#347;mier&amp;#263;wywo&amp;#322;a&amp;#322;a niezwyk&amp;#322;&amp;#261; pr&amp;oacute;&amp;#380;ni&amp;#281; polityczn&amp;#261;, kt&amp;oacute;r&amp;#261; trudno b&amp;#281;dzieteraz za&amp;#322;ata&amp;#263..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/535060/</link>
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			<title>zaloba narodowa</title>
			<description>		jak op&amp;#322;akiwa&amp;#263; kogo&amp;#347; kogo nigdy nielubi&amp;#322;e&amp;#347;?bez cienia hipokryzjii k&amp;#322;amania w &amp;#380;ywe oczyi samemu sobienie wiemmo&amp;#380;espr&amp;oacute;bujod prostego stwierdzenia&amp;#380;e ta osoba by&amp;#322;a tak&amp;#380;e cz&amp;#322;owiekiem11.04.2010 w pier..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/534144/</link>
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			<title>suchy poemat narcyza</title>
			<description>		w&amp;#322;a&amp;#347;nie umieram w twoim wazoniepo&amp;#347;r&amp;oacute;d po&amp;#380;&amp;oacute;&amp;#322;k&amp;#322;ych narcyz&amp;oacute;w a ty nicdziel&amp;#281; ich los od urodzeniaa&amp;#380; do tej chwiligdy przestan&amp;#281; cieszy&amp;#263; twojeokoliczno&amp;#347;ciale na razie dumnie i pr&amp;#281;&amp;#380;nie si&amp;#28..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/513918/</link>
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			<title>smierc narcyza</title>
			<description>		 umierapodw&amp;oacute;jnie samotnie nasz narcyzw wazonie pe&amp;#322;nym koleg&amp;oacute;wzakochany w sobieoboj&amp;#281;tny &amp;#347;wiatujeszcze z dum&amp;#261; podnosi wzrokale oczy widz&amp;#261; tylko czubek w&amp;#322;asnegonosapo&amp;#380;&amp;oacute;&amp;#322;k&amp;#322;ego ze staro&amp;#347;ci&amp;#380;&amp;oacut..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/513764/</link>
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			<title>love after love</title>
			<description>love after lovehas to be complicatedbecause were different then we were beforeand our bodiesgrew oldso many yearsso much timetears cried in billions spitted milk on a floorall wounds you had forgottenremind themselves just nowand they ache we wish that nothing has changedbut it is just a lieand ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/510328/</link>
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			<title>love / milosc</title>
			<description>		jak mam opowiedzie&amp;#263; o mi&amp;#322;o&amp;#347;cigdy znacznie &amp;#322;atwiej m&amp;oacute;wi&amp;#263; o czym&amp;#347;co jest smutnejak ukaza&amp;#263;t&amp;#261; wspania&amp;#322;&amp;#261; codzienno&amp;#347;&amp;#263; prasowania jego i swoich koszuli tego uczuciagdy si&amp;#281; budzisz nie sami nie marznies..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/504662/</link>
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			<title>spoznieni kochankowie</title>
			<description>		Sp&amp;oacute;&amp;#378;nieni kochankowieciesz&amp;#261; si&amp;#281; ka&amp;#380;dym oddechemNie rozpami&amp;#281;tuj&amp;#261;dlaczego dopiero teraza nie wcze&amp;#347;niejdlaczego dzi&amp;#347; a nie cho&amp;#263; wczorajpowr&amp;oacute;cili do &amp;#322;ask swoichI chocia&amp;#380; ich mi&amp;#322;o&amp;#347;&amp;#263;jest..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/497349/</link>
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			<title>psia wachta</title>
			<description>hotel pustysamotnie sp&amp;#281;dzam nocju&amp;#380; taka dola nocnego portieraale dzi&amp;#347;jest upiorniej ni&amp;#380; codzie&amp;#324;i zimniej zdecydowaniebo wiatr hula po korytarzachnie zatrzymywany przez ludzimyszy harcuj&amp;#261; dosadniewszystkie koty dosta&amp;#322;y wychodneduchy nie strasz&amp;#261;nie mo&amp;#380;na ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/494884/</link>
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			<title>kobiety Malczewskiego</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;z pewno&amp;#347;ci&amp;#261; to nie s&amp;#322;aba p&amp;#322;e&amp;#263;kobiety Malczewskiego&amp;nbsp;te kobiety pot&amp;#281;&amp;#380;nepe&amp;#322;ne patosujakiej&amp;#347; wznios&amp;#322;o&amp;#347;cii niezwyk&amp;#322;o&amp;#347;ci&amp;nbsp;nie normalne czy zwyczajne kobiety ale jakby ich nie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/492278/</link>
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			<title>[untitled]</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;atmosfera w domu jak przed burz&amp;#261;czekam a&amp;#380; grad spadniea na pod&amp;#322;odze rozbite szk&amp;#322;o&amp;nbsp;cisza jaka&amp;#347; nienaturalna&amp;#347;ciany milcz&amp;#261; jak ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/427751/</link>
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			<title>zapominam</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Zapominam&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Gdzie si&amp;#281; podzia&amp;#322;y moje okularyNie mog&amp;#281; dojrze&amp;#263; po&amp;#322;o&amp;#380;onych pod &amp;#322;&amp;oacute;&amp;#380;kiem kapci&amp;nbsp;Ta kromka chleba nie pachnie k..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/427749/</link>
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			<title>BEGINING OR END</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ONE SAD STORYONE NOT NECESSARY DEATHLIKE A CLUOD ON A PERFECT SKYBROKE PERFECT DREAM  OF A GREAT SUMMER WITH SOMEONE I LOVEAND WE WERE THE NEVER SAME AGAINTHAN IN ACT O..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/322399/</link>
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			<title>kiss</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;for the greatest kisser world has ever know&amp;nbsp;kissmy tongue has dried outfrom frequency of your kissesmy lips are exchaustedfrom pleasurable attacks of your smileI'm all but achingbut I want  moreyou're greatest kisser world has ever know&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/288561/</link>
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			<title>my love</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;my loveyou love only yourselfand nobody elseso far you haven't say those few  magic words to anybody  you hurt people without a coseeach time they want to be closer to youbut every time you do like thatyou suffer moremaybe even the mostyou liejust to p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/283008/</link>
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			<title>translations</title>
			<description>TRANSLATIONS&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hide myselfbehind  translationsrunaway  from answers  and unwanted questionsI'm lost in translationbut that's my choiceand my privilageso  wait pationatellyand maybebut just maybeyou will knowme better&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/274708/</link>
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			<title>instead of saying goodbye?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;INSTEAD OF SAYING GOODBYE?instead of saying goodbyeI'm writing to youmaybe the last wordsI wish I could tell you that I love youbut noyou never pull the pin from handgrenade of loveand real passion was never set freeyou didn't want to give us a chancemay..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/269167/</link>
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			<title>fallen angel</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Fallen angelI may not have any wingsbut despite of that factI amangelwho fall down from the skyesI lost my virginitybut got sence of humour insteadwho would saidthat I haven't took the best?People all around melonging tonot know meso I still can hide..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/260886/</link>
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			<title>ghettos of their minds</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;some people are livingin ghettoof their mindafraidthat someone might discoverwho they really areso they hidingfrom the wordl  building walls and tall fencesheavy courtains covers their windowsto be away from sight and sunthey limiting themselves..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/255268/</link>
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			<title>you can't hurry love</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;you can't hurry lovethere comes this momentwhen you ask yourselfis it overor just a breaklet's hurry love people they go away so quickand  maybe  you started to dream about new better tommorowyou hurried too muchyou pushed too hardyou wanted too quick..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/250714/</link>
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			<title>story of one love</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;story of one loveat the beginigall days were full of sunshinelater on clouds begin to show on a clear skylitte misunderstandingbrake down sentence in halfsilence when we suppose to say somethingintervals of happineshas going shorter and shorterwith some matematic fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/248821/</link>
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			<title>[untitled]</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they are passing us byturn away facesdon't look in our eyestheir laugh is finishing in half when we enter the roomthey walk faster then they needhurried without a causethey speak louder then neccesaryjust to be sure we heard themthey think they are so perfect..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/248402/</link>
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			<title>impression</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Impression&amp;nbsp;once I saw a picturejust a small boy &amp;ndash; on a first sightnothing different from other boys on any other picturesbut when you look closer you might noticehis wings just like an angelssilly little boywho talks with flowersask for directions passing by ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/242367/</link>
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			<title>When I get old</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When I get oldWhen I get old?I think it will never happenbecause our ageis not on your face or bodyour ageis not written in genesor starsI will never get oldbecause age is  in our mindwe could look oldhave wrinkels around our smileour bodymight e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/241375/</link>
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			<title>I miss you so</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I miss you so&amp;nbsp;I'm thinking of youevery dayyour sweet kisses at dawnsmile in your eyeswords full of passionyour cold handson my warm bodyI miss you soeveryday whenever you're not here&amp;nbsp;26.03.2008</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/240038/</link>
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			<title>ty kt&amp;oacute;ry karzesz podw&amp;oacute;jnie</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pami&amp;#281;ci Konrada G&amp;oacute;reckiegoW przeddzie&amp;#324; jego pogrzebuTy Kt&amp;oacute;ry Karzesz Podw&amp;oacute;jnieTy Kt&amp;oacute;ry Karzesz Podw&amp;oacute;jnieTego co ju&amp;#380; na ziemi ukaranym by&amp;#263; sro&amp;#380;ej nie mo&amp;#380;eOraz wszystkich tych co bliskim mu byliWi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/233714/</link>
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			<title>memmory of grass</title>
			<description>memory of grasshow happy is a single leaf of grassdoes not have to rememberdoes not have to regretall the things it has gone wrongno sorrow over splitted milkno cry for lost friendno pity for old foolsand no smile for first kissmemory of grassis memory of presencejust her..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/233002/</link>
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			<title>awaiting</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;awaiting&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I listen love songsthinking of youabout your smilekisses with tongueeyes full of happinessticklingtaste of your lipsI'm smiling to myselfcose your be right back</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/232988/</link>
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			<title>no title 2/ bez tytulu</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tak mi trudno wytrzyma&amp;#263;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Samotnego k&amp;#322;adzenia si&amp;#281; spa&amp;#263;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Przekl&amp;#281;cie d&amp;#322;ugich nocy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Zimnego &amp;#322;&amp;oacute;&amp;#380;ka&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pustej obok poduszki&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/231232/</link>
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			<title>milosc slepcow/ the love of blind couple</title>
			<description>Mi&amp;#322;o&amp;#347;&amp;#263; &amp;#347;lepc&amp;oacute;wSkrz&amp;#281;tnie z&amp;#322;o&amp;#380;one ubraniaAby p&amp;oacute;&amp;#378;niej &amp;#322;atwo je odnale&amp;#378;&amp;#263;Nast&amp;#281;pnie gor&amp;#261;czkowo ostro&amp;#380;neWzajemne szukanie Swoich postaciPierwszy dotyk Jak pora&amp;#380;enie pr&amp;#261;demI nareszcie odnalezion..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/231200/</link>
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			<title>poza nami nie ma nic/ nothing accept us without us</title>
			<description>poem in polish language</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/231196/</link>
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			<title>no title 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;some might say I'm still alivebut maybe little more common waywithout sensewithout comfortsbut with too many pleasuresI think I'm getting oldermaybe it's becouse we don't make sexor just cose we don't love anymoreI live next to myself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/231089/</link>
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			<title>memory</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;four months are so littleto forget how toworship you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/231082/</link>
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			<title>Silly little love</title>
			<description>poem about love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/artpom/230662/</link>
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