Autumn came. Puke you wish, upon my word. Autumn, winter, spring, summer, autumn ... and so on, until boredom. I know what will happen after the fall. Winter .
[Feliks W. Kres Gallery of broken feathers ]
I'm afraid very afraid of people
When I go out into the streets, and they were so strange
thickly dressed without a smile
[Myslowitz Poor me dreaming ]
Please potargujmy with God calendar, let's fall will be spring.
What you give for it?
[Feliks W. Kres Gallery of broken feathers ]
I'm afraid very afraid of people
When I go out into the streets, and they were so strange
thickly dressed without a smile
[Myslowitz Poor me dreaming ]
Please potargujmy with God calendar, let's fall will be spring.
What you give for it?
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