22:57 

Не знаю кто...

kupri
Крылья цвета пепла за спиной, и клинок огня в руке...
Dear, I repose here alone. As though a tombstone.
Destructing and humiliating remain. Neither listening, non seeing. Living does not fret me
Therefore, dont wake me up. Please be quiet.

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2006-11-03 в 09:32 

Кеда
Будущего нет!
To you I shall tell nothing, I shall not disturb your dream at all, Only near to you I shall lie down, the Nose having buried in a bony breast...


   

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