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			<title>Translation</title>
			<description>You say: Where did you find thisIt sounds sad, play it again, And what does that word meanI tell you that&amp;nbsp; I don't know&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As i take off your headphones&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Adagio, adagio</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/787077/</link>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>Visit me only when I invite youView me politely, measure me slowlyWeigh me precisely, tell me how heavyThis burden you call my memory is</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/786566/</link>
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			<title>SONNET V: This Endless Play Is Getting Hard To Play</title>
			<description>This endless play is getting hard to playWhen every actor wants to write his roleAnd every minor wants to have a sayIn what was meant to be my spectacleYou left the stage before your cue, my dearLeft me speechless, this scriptwriter of noteLooking for a new cast and crew, and fearA small role in you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/783179/</link>
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			<title>Lament</title>
			<description>You should have cut me andEnjoyed me for a few daysInstead of leaving me toWither that winter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/782698/</link>
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			<title>Sonnet IV: Leave Your Fires Burning Unattended	</title>
			<description>Leave your fires burning unattended&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To give you warmth even out of season&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When summer rules have to be ammended&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Using powers overgrown by reason&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;That makes you look away f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/779773/</link>
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			<title>Animal Spirit</title>
			<description>I wish there was a cat in me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Giving love like a huge favour&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But there's just a little puppy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Begging for it&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/778840/</link>
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			<title>Sonnet III: When I Remember All The Things You Were	</title>
			<description>When I remember all the things you wereAnd how you blinded everything in sightMy new reflections seem like just a blurIn mirrors vast I wish I only mightClean with agents that were granted meSo that dreamers wake up all at onceBut hands are restless, curious and freeAnd all I have is but one lucid c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/775594/</link>
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			<title>When I Die</title>
			<description>                                                                                                                                                                                                My body will go to scienceWhere novice students can marvelAt how I lived without a heart            ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/775160/</link>
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			<title>Scars</title>
			<description>Every incisionCame with such precisionI barely felt the painBut the scars remain                                                                    </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/775159/</link>
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			<title>Poet's Ambition</title>
			<description>Your mouth is so full of ambitionNo sound can carry the admissionSo you write itNow, swallow your fears and principles		And spit out your insecurities	Before you choke                                                                    </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/774598/</link>
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			<title>Pieces</title>
			<description>There are pieces of us between pebblesBy that crashing, faraway seaWhere I spelled my love for youWhere you spilled your love for meIf you look hard between pebblesBy that crashing, faraway seaMaybe you will see piecesOf what once was everything                                                     ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/774594/</link>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>How can I forgetYour silly whispers Your innocent smiles		Your soft hands sliding 		Down my trembling neckTightening the noose                                                                    </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/774591/</link>
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			<title>Hide-and-seek</title>
			<description>I know your hiding places	Your tricks, covers, the faces	You put on when I seek youOnce you even changed your nameYou were tired of this gameThat took longer every timeI pretend that there's no soundThat you don't want to be foundAnd I start counting                                                ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/773937/</link>
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			<title>Deal</title>
			<description>I made a deal with the DevilMy soul for another nightBut when he came to claim his prizeThere was nothing left inside                                                                    </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/773935/</link>
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			<title>Sonnet II: If You Should Ever Look For Love Again</title>
			<description>                                                                                                                                                                                                If you should ever look for love againIn old Verona, city full of graceLook for a statue speaking of a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/773080/</link>
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			<title>Sonnet I: You Did Not See It On That Fateful Day</title>
			<description>You did not see it on that fateful dayThrough curtains heavy with my waiting tearsYou pulled them aside, what was in the wayWere staring strangers and your deepest fearsI did not hear it on that fateful nightDeafened by thunder of your growing painBut it knocked harder and I thought it mightForce it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/773079/</link>
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			<title>If</title>
			<description>If you forget meIt will be like we've never met, loved and livedIf I forget youIt will be like I've never written these words                                                                    </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/773073/</link>
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			<title>Wishes</title>
			<description>She wished for a coat, you put your arms around herShe wished for a bracelet, you bound herShe wished for forever, you stayed on inside herJust like you knew you would.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanjabulovic/773029/</link>
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