Night leans against the window,
that the stars more
I would see. I still
supervision for a long time, even if the
bodily. It is time for deer,
but I want to be tamed
happy centaur.
Ponytail grow
a woman's head, with its
North Karelian.
I look around the corners,
what is the reason of loneliness,
the puzzles.
I am no longer the barracks girl,
the time was a long time ago
up stroller. Many times
after that time the crank
brought forward.
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