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Nazor's street

separated graves ash dispersed glances and three times bounced of the chest my sin my sin my sin reactions are governed by biometeorological forecast and it happened somewhere has failed they took the suits out of naphthalene turn on the microphones having a desire to find warmness and voice to made the lullaby for bringing back to him a child's dream somewhere has failed it always fails somewhere he collects the toys she bought him only to keep her close at least until falls asleep

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Date: 10/31/2015 6:42:00 PM
very beautifully painted piece sanja wishing you a happy halloween
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Sanja Cokolic
Date: 11/3/2015 4:19:00 AM
Thank you :)))