At noon peas are waiting for a poet.
In love with a pink ice under gray clouds.
Listening to Bill Evans
with a belly full of peas
and a cup of hot linden in hand.
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
populisms
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Як час лікує, що годинник рахує? Catene spezzate erano fatte per durare. -
L'invisibilita dev'essere una follia tattile, eh? In any Dream of different Drum you feel Her beam warms up your gun..
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