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Again with me the rain cries,
On the ground the arrows are sharp dropping,
After all, you will never come again,
And what happens tomorrow, I do not know.
Again the desert is scorched inside
There no germ will take root.
Again “Forget it! From memory erase! "
In my soul, the alarm goes off.
And I so want to curse you,
And the other guys, all together!
Tell me, gods, what kind of attack?
I look so tired guilty
And drown their sorrows in wine,
Wrapping your mind with cigarette smoke
With the wing lined in this ...
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On the ground the arrows are sharp dropping,
After all, you will never come again,
And what happens tomorrow, I do not know.
Again the desert is scorched inside
There no germ will take root.
Again “Forget it! From memory erase! "
In my soul, the alarm goes off.
And I so want to curse you,
And the other guys, all together!
Tell me, gods, what kind of attack?
I look so tired guilty
And drown their sorrows in wine,
Wrapping your mind with cigarette smoke
With the wing lined in this ...
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The coastal life began to seethe in such a way that the problems left in the sea seemed suddenly ridiculous.
Long been going to tinker with the car. In the evening back from the garage. The road is deserted, goes through the park. The end of winter. Soon the birds chant. Let the fuel oil robe. And I had to shove my hands in my pockets. There is nowhere to wash. All the same, angels are singing in the soul. Ah, my walk is still the same. I'm a professional sailor.
I hear the creaking of brakes behind my back. I turn around. Foreign car doroguschy stops. Going down ...
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Hello! I want to introduce you to your story. Do not judge strictly! This is my first written and published story. Write in the comments what's wrong, I'll fix it. And if you like, then I will release a sequel. So let's go!
This story is about Neville Haig, a beautiful, very talented boy. Neville was a student at the British College of Mathematics. It was not difficult for him to study in him, because he is a smart guy. Once they gathered with friends in a bar, to mark the closing of the session. In that...
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This story is about Neville Haig, a beautiful, very talented boy. Neville was a student at the British College of Mathematics. It was not difficult for him to study in him, because he is a smart guy. Once they gathered with friends in a bar, to mark the closing of the session. In that...
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My diary is May 20, 2667. Today I was transferred from the Imperial Flight Academy to the Purple Sector Border Patrol Corps. I and other new arrivals were greeted by the main corps of the corps in the main headquarters of the Purple Sector. From the next day I take the position of specialist in servicing the power systems of light combat ships. Me and three other girls will be put at the disposal of the second sensory phalanx in the square 760 871 349. I feel a little lonely, because the rest of fellow students ...
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It's past midnight. I lay on the big bed, turned to the wall, the blanket is thrown to the side. Today is the full moon. Despite the deep night, the room is bright with moonlight coming through the curtains. The wall reflects the shadows of the trees outside the window. Today is such a beautiful night, and I like being part of it ...
I am wearing a peach-colored nightgown, it is on spaghetti straps, with a red satin bow at the neckline and slightly covers the butt. Under the shirt red fishnet panties.
I know that...
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I am wearing a peach-colored nightgown, it is on spaghetti straps, with a red satin bow at the neckline and slightly covers the butt. Under the shirt red fishnet panties.
I know that...
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Increasingly I recall our meetings.
With you, we were so good ...
One i'm korotuyu this evening
But I know that our train did not leave.
Perekipeli everything in the soul of insult.
I want to live so warmly
There is no power to fight loneliness ...
And you know, yet I waited for you!
You wisely acted, keeping silent
So many months (thanks for not years)
And now, when full of despair,
Ready to be near. This is your answer.
You do not look askance and reproach.
Ready to do the same as I am.
About the past I will not ...
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With you, we were so good ...
One i'm korotuyu this evening
But I know that our train did not leave.
Perekipeli everything in the soul of insult.
I want to live so warmly
There is no power to fight loneliness ...
And you know, yet I waited for you!
You wisely acted, keeping silent
So many months (thanks for not years)
And now, when full of despair,
Ready to be near. This is your answer.
You do not look askance and reproach.
Ready to do the same as I am.
About the past I will not ...
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Our bodies in the moonlight are so natural. I am lying on your chest, you slightly hug my shoulders. I know you will be leaving soon. I am sad that our meetings are so short. Gradually, I fall asleep, and in the morning you are no longer there. At such moments it always seems to me that it was a dream, but I can smell you on my skin, and the nightly events come to life again in my head. What a pity that we meet only at night. I would like so much to wake up together and continue our night talk in the morning. On the clock, 10:03, I ...
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- Get up!
An angry cry ripped me out of nothingness. - Finally.
I was lying on my back, and a man in black leaned in front of me. His long blond hair closed his eyes. But still, I noticed a blueish shining through the rebellious strands. “Alive, alive,” he muttered. - Although he did you well.
He touched my jaw, and she responded with a sharp pain. - Well, be patient.
I grabbed for the crushed jaw and with force ...
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An angry cry ripped me out of nothingness. - Finally.
I was lying on my back, and a man in black leaned in front of me. His long blond hair closed his eyes. But still, I noticed a blueish shining through the rebellious strands. “Alive, alive,” he muttered. - Although he did you well.
He touched my jaw, and she responded with a sharp pain. - Well, be patient.
I grabbed for the crushed jaw and with force ...
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Under each photo (of which there were many) there were inscriptions that were most likely the thoughts of the owner of the photo album. As for the photos, I walked all Jaila's life, flipping through page after page, watching the changes in her body. And so, having reached the page with an already adult Jayla, I noticed that in the photos it looks different than in reality. A more feminine figure (almost like my wife’s), rounded shapes and looks like a girl who hasn’t had sex for a long time. Me...
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“What is feminism? - intensely pondered Vadik, lying on the couch and looking at the night ceiling. “This is nothing more than the intense struggle of poorly satisfied women for their ghostly rights.”
Vadik thought. He could do that. Vadik had two higher education diplomas and a couple of semesters at the Sorbonne. He liked to remember the latter not too much, but he could trump France on occasion. - She wanted equal rights, - the student with experience and loudly could not stand it ...
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Vadik thought. He could do that. Vadik had two higher education diplomas and a couple of semesters at the Sorbonne. He liked to remember the latter not too much, but he could trump France on occasion. - She wanted equal rights, - the student with experience and loudly could not stand it ...
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