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ÕóËèòåðè:
Íîâ: 
Äíåñ: 0
Â÷åðà: 0
Îáùî: 14143
Îíëàéí ñà:
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Îíëàéí ñåãà:
They breathe you in,
my charcoal dreams,
and into life
their ashes bleed
where everything is canvas
frozen into silence,
anticipating me
to set flame
to the cold sheen
of the undying old
diamonds in their numbness
(that lull souls into slumber)
