Too many of schoolmates for a night of sleep.
One rusty town out of matchbox overgrown with vines found his way into a poem.
Truth don't need trust;
trust is much preferred without truth as well.
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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