atramentaria - всё станет только хуже
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Paper, on the table feather, half -stroke of white,
On the sides of the convoy, I do not intend to wait another minute.
In captivity of a measured routine,
It is better to die and bury yourself in a green rotten mud.
The secretary brings a death application
Sign or not at your discretion
String out another autumn depression
In a personal dispersion, you cannot find a particle
The font is surprisingly New Roman
All letters are even and without blots
She muttered with her lips
Come down under the larva of the carnival
Come on, I have no reason to argue with you
A vacant place, you are waiting for colleagues
I do not dare to sign the paper
Flip, mate, turn over
Whistle upstairs, there is a bas -relief
There are most swarmed people
Ceramics that exposes nudity
Crumbles with cold cold in the wind
Correlation of subjects? We will all die blindly here
Inhaled life and exhale immediately
I get the phrase from ending the stone
To melt together, and my pockets are empty
Inhaled life and exhale immediately
Syznova. We need a new flammel
There were no ones left on whose mercy was relieved
Born from dust, ashes and will scatter
I hang over the right places with my patches
The plants were controlled by the florists
Corsets that squeeze your waist
Tighten it, tighten it, tight
Further, everything will only get worse
Nobody needs an excuse here