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Peter - Moscow
Places by the window
I will tear off his names from thin lips
She is so slim
What is the depth, I don't see the bottom
In amber grass, under the nails of the seasoning
And in the veins of a vigorous lava
I hear the smell and rustle - a black sweater
Moscow - Peter
Peter Pan Dinghydinin Clit Cliter
I kiss on the threshold, I kiss in the elevator
Her brushes and manuscripts in Hebrew
She takes paint from my wound to be torn
Mitino dancing without interference on the screen
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And if all it was not bad here was Lupyan
And I don't look in the eye on the street.
After all, so far from surfing
here only between your legs leather kerling
Aleksandrovich someone pulled for his tongue
For a couple of bets
Before my eyes, an arbitrary shift of the screensavers
User change
Without data conservation
I am the crossbars of the Gnu
with your curved screen
I drink water from the tap but not healing wounds
left by independent countries