Mushroom cloud devour me.
And nothing will happen.
Climb to the roof. You need to see.
Just be happy.
What else should I do if soon
we will not?
I don't wrote this for anyone.
Just wrote.
We will burn like sheep.
And we will turn to dust...
I want to bite your lip,
I want to kiss your bust.
Mushroom cloud
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