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		<description>The original writings of author Mirjana Ilic</description>
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			<title>idk</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ungrateful thoughts about mundane things we don't have fill the little space in our brain that shelters everything we consider life.&amp;nbsp;We strive to&amp;nbsp;feel the emotions we believe will truly fulfill us,&amp;nbsp;forcing our thoughts in th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1661919/</link>
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			<title>The Realization That It Makes Me Content</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My throat begins to scratch at its self as I take another drag and continue to&amp;nbsp;work my voice box. He looks into my eyes with deepest admiration, replying with the use of his own much lower toned box. Our voices&amp;nbsp;wrap around&amp;nbsp;one ano..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1656148/</link>
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			<title>No One Thinks Twice</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;man&amp;nbsp;is able to talk to a girl, and kiss her without her permission. He allowed to&amp;nbsp;stroke her waist and whisper sweet nothings into her ears as they stand in the middle of a crowded room. He thinks about what she might be feeling..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1656144/</link>
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			<title>It Was Nothing More Than a Game</title>
			<description>	Her heart had been tossed around and shattered. She managed to put it back into a figure similar to what it had been before. After that everyone new became a game, it meant nothing to her anymore. She didn't care about love, she was playing for herself.	She told him this was to be nothing serious. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1571722/</link>
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			<title>As Goosebumps Rise and Kisses Start Leaving Trails</title>
			<description>	Kissing is a monotone act. There is not much to it because it's fairly simple.&amp;nbsp;It's one single repetitive act that we could repeat for hours on end without feeling the need to stop. Honestly it makes no sense.&amp;nbsp;Yet, similar to snowflakes, no two people have the same. Every kiss is differen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1569576/</link>
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			<title>The Thought of Your Existence</title>
			<description>	In the dark atmosphere it was hard to see your eyes. Your sockets illuminating black as if your eyes had been removed, and all that was left was a hole leading to the inside of your skull where your thoughts were. Those thoughts of course sent out their own frequencies which happened to find mine, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1569538/</link>
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			<title>Petty Thoughts</title>
			<description>Short statements about consciousness as I know it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1569510/</link>
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			<title>Nights Not Discussed</title>
			<description>Night time activities, which may or may not be, better kept secret.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1545947/</link>
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			<title>Modern</title>
			<description>Modern times call for modern measures</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1542209/</link>
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			<title>Oak</title>
			<description>Trees and death</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1541599/</link>
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			<title>Earl Grey</title>
			<description>A man sits almost alone in a cafe smoking a cigarette which brings up some more or less purposefully forgotten memories.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1536007/</link>
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			<title>Burgundy</title>
			<description>A drive through the desert turns into an surrealistic experience.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1533273/</link>
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			<title>surrealist</title>
			<description>human unconscious becoming conscious real form of things </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1529888/</link>
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			<title>Lakota</title>
			<description>A young girl listens as her grandmother tells her a century old story about the origins of dream catchers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1524617/</link>
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			<title>Anew</title>
			<description>A mans night is unexpectedly changed when he meets an interesting person on a late night train ride.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MirjanaIlic/1523969/</link>
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