While looking at the sky
I'm before your eyes –An open book,Hold your white lies –A death trap hook. Occult signsDown your thighs,Horrendous nightsI tried to brook. Before your eyes –Forests of chairsAnd ropes above. You don't need stai...
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Яна Физалова
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