HELEN ALMAZOVA

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Sitting on the windowsill

this city is closed
20.07.2018

this city is closed here only escape is appropriate and in July the asphalt is tired hellish veins and darn the sky swifts but snow still falls from the wounds b trees - rich in zakkum...

He knocked on your window
15.07.2018

He knocked on your window and your heart beat fast? it closed and how long no, it didn't happen... and did not come true, not destined you know about it alone he knocked on your...

Sometimes you want to go back
03.07.2018

Sometimes you want to go back and not open the door here. Just walk past. Well, the door is like a door, you can't open everything. And don't hide anything from yourself, you can't hide anythi...

With you, but still alone
23.06.2018

With you, but still alone You are near, but always somewhere So it happened. This connection is given We are…banned What do you and I have in common? I am autumn, you are spring in...

A lot will make sense...
17.06.2018

A lot of things will make sense as long as there are people with whom you can just walk in the park and eat ice cream. Or get lost in the forest, playing football with bumps forever scurrying...

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