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22-02-2015 Автор: Liquid Buratino

Scorched thought of Bouratinos

 I brought it off.

The sun is shown up.

Spilling its rays.

I’ve been confused.

 

Manufacturing beams

It rested up.

Arms of joy.

In common with heaven.

 

It’s hit to date.

Out and out, forever.

Paunchy of hills.

Holding up cranes.

 

The receipts of a space

Is untraceable.

Tempting and sheer

Bulk of disks.

 

I scheduled one thing.

I purchased a tractor truck.

Alterations are not for me.

Interior stroll.

 

So I pulled up.

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