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and you imagine ...
evening...
we are returning to an empty apartment ...
we are running...
we are hot ...
I open the door and literally drag you in ...
slamming the door pressing my lips to yours
I kiss you tightly ...
you are breathing hard ...
I pull you into the middle of the room ...
and not ...
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evening...
we are returning to an empty apartment ...
we are running...
we are hot ...
I open the door and literally drag you in ...
slamming the door pressing my lips to yours
I kiss you tightly ...
you are breathing hard ...
I pull you into the middle of the room ...
and not ...
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Fragments of the city, like thoughts, are driven into the ground
To be buried in it is not forever
Fear of the wrong step is imprinted in the memory.
And looking back so scrapes and crushes
The impossibility of knowing what will happen in the future
Gives meaning to life, like everything missed.
We were expelled from ...
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To be buried in it is not forever
Fear of the wrong step is imprinted in the memory.
And looking back so scrapes and crushes
The impossibility of knowing what will happen in the future
Gives meaning to life, like everything missed.
We were expelled from ...
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Gently settled in a chair, you felt a long-accumulated fatigue and a great desire to leave, to fly away from this bustling world. Having closed your eyes for a moment, you imagined my hands, which tenderly slid along your hands, the edge of your clothes and, as it were, in continuation ...
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Well, Lech. Let's go watch for a beer. I got the stipukha today. Why laugh then.
Forced generals do not command. At the outpost, the captain - the king and god! And so my pension is captain. You can not stretch out your legs, but you can’t even walk widely. So stipuha. Live and get a century like a student ...
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Forced generals do not command. At the outpost, the captain - the king and god! And so my pension is captain. You can not stretch out your legs, but you can’t even walk widely. So stipuha. Live and get a century like a student ...
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It was a warm summer evening. We sat by the fire and remembered the whole past day, as we climbed the hills with large backpacks behind our backs. Putting tents by a small river, we sat by the fire and drank beer. It was warm and there were practically no mosquitoes. There were four of us. My...
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