Pink poetry of blue bench
Smaller the town,
more moose are running around.
White tea in room glows dark as dream:
where my Soul is - there is my Kin
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
populisms
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Where did humans get that Future arrived? il Sole riflette la stupidità delle nazioni odi... -
Dear Sirs, if you please, do not drink your teas with fingertips, grapes are dark still not too much! Ab heute habe ich einen Wundervollen...
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