Rosse sono le notti invernali..
lust reveals
insurmountability of
concealment policy
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
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Would you waste your laurel wreath on coffee breath? з лотосу думка народжує гору -
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While lungs inhaling dust, eyes exhaling trees! Since She's away, every thing capital: heat, stench, dust. Lower are clouds, wider are h...
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