Petite Running Tights

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Each day I build a new world
thoughts and desires. Every day hundreds of calls
Shoot Lit -
fictions about the new stage

stairs leading into the void,
on the balcony, where there is light ...
Every day I spend a hell
By the end of the game, which is not.

If your friend will give
drops those memories of snow -
Maybe he will understand himself,

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