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Михаил Москаленко: литературный дневник

Have faith, my love, for we are dead,
The dead can't tell a lie.
Let all the words that were unsaid
Be left without reply.


Inhale my scent, feel slightest touch,
Let's dive into the fog.
My Little Crow... hush, hush, hush
The mystery – unlocked.



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