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We shall all die |
my illness is a love. my soul is a fire. i drank a whiskey glass. becouse we shall all die. i am looking on the sky. the clouds are flown highly. i had one quastion: why? becouse we shall all die. this evening is rainy. my future is too dark. i shall be wholly crazy. my illness is a love. |
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Copyright: Артем Вахрушев, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №222707 ДАТА ПУБЛИКАЦИИ: 23.09.2009 21:09 |
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