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I woke up and saw all this. It was as if someone had subtracted a smile from this world. As if a terrible doctor came to this earth and rocked everything color with a syringe. The gray veil stood the streets, and someone’s whisper sounded in my head, who said: “There are moments when you can’t smile.”

The world is minus seven colors.
The battery is cold.
Outside the window, Moveton,
And the artist is older than the canvas.
Poor cat. Cardboard coffin.
The drugs have return.
It’s not easy to give, it’s easy to take.
The open heart suddenly became a cache.
There are no words for the verse.
Favorite house under the cargo of past is broken by a decade.
From mirrors more often blows a wrinkle outbreak,
In vain, the doctors catch the catharsis among the directories.
The dog in the middle of the brake road.
In vain, the desire to see a dream in the flesh in a dream.
Your phone after a quarrel has become even dead you.
A loop will take her gently around her neck.

I went outside and realized that not a single one affected me. Everywhere there were people whose lips turned into a dash. A child cried near the bench. He raised his eyes and, looking at me, said that his parents were getting divorced. I wanted to smile and say that everything would be fine, but it was not the moment.

Six -string without six strings.
The Magi forgot the meaning of the runes.
The magician is sad. Vigilant eyes
The viewer solved his work.
I am trying to see the sky, I could through.
The monk was able to become a soldering.
Mercury crawls in 36.6.
On the wall of the temple, paint three times by "six".
Reverse plane home.
Your family is not eternal and swims under the nest of Moir.
The ship leads to the cliffs captain an overdose.
The social cell experienced mitosis.
The orphanage constantly looks at the door.
Inability to change your pastoral to Broadway.
A bullet in a lonely heart of a rare beast.
Once the deceiver told me: "Now there is no one to believe."

The world switched to a black tone. People saw the flaws of being. Those who burned his life, not knowing sadness, were now sad that he had burned his life. The dead people wandered and muttered something under his breath and only one man, passing by me, asked himself a reasonable question: “What to do?”

Weekday. Gloomy repituation.
Light in the window. Someone is not sleeping.
The torn thread in the lamp.
The loser continues to blame everyone in everything.
The tracalist issues a minor.
Gorky truths are full of wine.
At the end of the film, the hero will die.
On the way to the planet asteroid.
Evil took revenge.
A memorable landscape destroyed for construction.
The competitor became the king. Jesus was a bowl
And your father will pour you at least a glass.

I remember the taste of blood in my mouth.
Karma leads upstairs, and the majority rot in hell.
No answer to the question.
After the white strip there is a black zone.