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I think I split
In memory of the past and all
after thee I think I looked like
At a young
old woman With black mane of a horse.
I do not feel anything, but I remember everything about yourself
When the waitress was stale
Grass brine feelings
Young body -. You
I mercilessly spent years figuring a
You choked fresh rolls, relationship to you.
I've grown to
restaurateur Itself, without you
You stayed etched in
canteen Not noticing the new me.
What a pity ...
You- you remember only the barmaid, pasta, cherry jelly
I have one and a half years she go to bed.