• Вечен чужденец
  
• Vexorious
  Give me the ropes made of hundred wings of a butterflies and doves, blind me with a silk thunder Bin...
• White
  In my head her lips white-hot are melting Burning red are thoughts my blood is pelting This is not a...
• Eyes
  her eyes are just colourful but when I look into them I see colours that didn't even exist...

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