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< Leah Altukhova
My boy, will leave Goa,
we kiss, listen to ska,
engaged in yoga in the morning.
You obreesh head at zero,
will sharply, causing pain,
chili spread lips.
Do you want to - north? Well, if you want - south
. Just so as not opening the hand,
sank somewhere between the clavicles.
Ahead - Indian Ocean,
and then to choose from hundreds of countries ...
I promise - no more boundaries.
My boy, will leave Goa,
we kiss, listen to ska,
engaged in yoga in the morning.
You obreesh head at zero,
will sharply, causing pain,
chili spread lips.
Do you want to - north? Well, if you want - south
. Just so as not opening the hand,
sank somewhere between the clavicles.
Ahead - Indian Ocean,
and then to choose from hundreds of countries ...
I promise - no more boundaries.
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My boy, do not make plans in advance
Metro
Never
Requiem for spring
About him
poetry
The boy Kole
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Notes. day 205
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