Mirjana Ilic
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It Was Nothing More Than a GameA Chapter by Mirjana IlicHer 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 .. |
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Petty ThoughtsA Book by Mirjana IlicShort statements about consciousness as I know it. |
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The Thought of Your ExistenceA Chapter by Mirjana IlicIn 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 ho.. |
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Nights Not DiscussedA Story by Mirjana IlicNight time activities, which may or may not be, better kept secret. |
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As Goosebumps Rise and Kisses Start Leaving TrailsA Chapter by Mirjana IlicKissing is a monotone act. There is not much to it because it's fairly simple.It's one single repetitive act that we could repeat for hours on end wi.. |
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No One Thinks TwiceA Chapter by Mirjana IlicAmanis able to talk to a girl, and kiss her without her permission. He allowed tostroke her waist and whisper sweet nothings into her ears as they st.. |
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The Realization That It Makes Me ContentA Chapter by Mirjana IlicMy throat begins to scratch at its self as I take another drag and continue towork my voice box. He looks into my eyes with deepest admiration, reply.. |
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ModernA Poem by Mirjana IlicModern times call for modern measures |
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OakA Story by Mirjana IlicTrees and death |
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Earl GreyA Story by Mirjana IlicA man sits almost alone in a cafe smoking a cigarette which brings up some more or less purposefully forgotten memories. |
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