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20507587 1410815065640170 5894149254807899741 o 300x275 My poems
Where does it go?…
Washing the bones
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    3 months ago

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    Если у тебя не выйдет с ним, я к тому времени заработаю кучу денег и заберу тебя в кругосветку. Будем изучать мир и познавать себя ))) ... See MoreSee Less
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    ... We often make mistakes ... We don't even think about how often ... Many people say "Well, we are people, we tend to do this." Naturally. Why is this happening, why in order to understand ...

    I don't want to be a painting

    I don't want to be a painting Covering a hole in the wall Or a doll in a cold window or a fly that drowns in wine or time period in the beds of other people's apartments maybe it's all p...

    The fire burned out.

    The fire burned out. And the young, still quite uncertain dawn, covered the remnants of the magical night. Everything passes, but there is a memory, and it will always return to where you were...

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