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My first panties were advent: on Thursday was Sunday on it:
it was extremely confusing: but: I can't to reproach you it:
they could also be embroidered with Ariadne's thread:
regardless: I was lost absolutely
or laced:
I guess: even this would not help -
lying with you in the apple planetarium:
I was very impatient a moment ago: to write something on its margin
As a boy: who sees well in the shadows: for whom the breasts:
have been leaned for two weeks:
I almost always told the truth: when I said: I know what a dangerous one is an overpass intersection: into which your blue jeans lead: when you walk in front of me -
but in the same way: as all the beautiful and painful passionate stories: 
as the man: what offered you tickets for all carousels: and you didn't take them: because you were ashamed: and then: you cried at home terribly because of that -
just like - the sea is rustling by the voices of unknown Spartan girls:
and my father: what had a brown onion skin: and wore a kangaroo in the side pocket of his jacket: 
eventually totally will pull out my childhood caravan from the blockhouse on Rybalkova Street:
because: it's no next time

Your room is the light outwardly - at night from the ice rink:
you're shining there: I'm proud: I'm looking forward to tomorrow: 
to the last last kiss with tongue: to everything






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