Complaints are shavings of life;
colour seems wrong though.
Чи соромно
творити
в країні
безсоромних?
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
populisms
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Zucchero, rosso come il Crepuscolo. Neither heart nor soul can be nationalised, write this down, bastards, on yo... -
Yogi Morning Trial: a meowing cat. At which point in life one find out, that it could be too much of free food for a person? Touch nee d s...
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Are Green Eyes fondly and tenderly watching Deutsch sushi again at this very moment? If life give' Thee coconuts (do not) make lemo...
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