Taste of Truth..
Like a Siberia
The air of spring
In the begining of
April.
I know
The longitude, infinity
Way.
The weariness all road
Remain here in the eyes.
Prison
Silence
February
The snow
Horizon
And cold
The fan is
theft
And will be young
Again.
Ket Gun
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