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Роман Ярцев
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Fell from above, something on the face, the drops flowed behind the cheek,
the hand in the pocket automatically clutching the gun with an unarmed hand
On the belustrade in a sundress I remember you... such a ...
cilia shuddered from where, lip bitten by saliva,
ankle podkhudela immediately under the advancing foot
and the air with the spice of Keshmir behind the earlobe in the edge...
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