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Zdrastuy
Juliana Gift
well...
... that attributes the Summer of My Sorrow and night outside the window. And a mug of cold tea.
A complete lack of "input". Island... and limes.
Hello. ... Well Hello Sadness My Summer.
where
... The number ticrapo grows abnormally
quickly.
However, as the number of words — apparently
once... Clear — line lips have to touch them — don't you dare...
Hello. ... Well Hello Sadness My Summer.
because...
... It is irreversible — the end of All Stories.
Quietly in my sleep goodbye creeping — sea...
Sea of kisses — and already the salt from these lips do not rinse.
Hello. ... Well Hello Sadness My Summer
(... quietly say "don't go..."
and then to let go... )
well...
... that attributes the Summer of My Sorrow and night outside the window. And a mug of cold tea.
A complete lack of "input". Island... and limes.
Hello. ... Well Hello Sadness My Summer.
where
... The number ticrapo grows abnormally
quickly.
However, as the number of words — apparently
once... Clear — line lips have to touch them — don't you dare...
Hello. ... Well Hello Sadness My Summer.
because...
... It is irreversible — the end of All Stories.
Quietly in my sleep goodbye creeping — sea...
Sea of kisses — and already the salt from these lips do not rinse.
Hello. ... Well Hello Sadness My Summer
(... quietly say "don't go..."
and then to let go... )
