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Strange dinner
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Cold, eaten wool,
And I do not know what I have,
Can soap may ache,
Maybe first love,
Can happiness choke,
Maybe grief enjoyed,
Like a mother hen on dreams,
Will I still have a row.
Strange dinner, a lot of crowns,
With distant views of the crows.
Candles - such as praying
. Meat, soy ... and ashamed.
Cold, eaten wool,
And I do not know what I have,
Can soap may ache,
Maybe first love,
Can happiness choke,
Maybe grief enjoyed,
Like a mother hen on dreams,
Will I still have a row.
Strange dinner, a lot of crowns,
With distant views of the crows.
Candles - such as praying
. Meat, soy ... and ashamed.
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Metro
Sleep, my baby.
Dreams
And it suddenly occurred to me
Window
I created you
She came silently ...
Kangaroo (odd)
Masks
poetry
