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Пишет  1978jul04:
Ranjatai

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somewhere over the rainbow there's no difference between I could and I would. we watch little red riding hood getting lost in the wood, we smell aloewood on her skin and gradualy begin realizing the trees are reaching out to squeeze us. they stretch their branches leaving no doubt they can hold us with ease - they lift us up and distract us from the little girl and her fate. the ground swallows her at half past eight. if you don't feel like saying cheese say jesus.