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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-09-28 | [This text should be read in english] | I don’t use to be young any longer – too seldom my mornings begin with kisses on mouth or on crest closer and closer is heaven whirling around my nape and a pack of flies dream of me crucified on the window I don’t use to defrost all of a sudden whether it’s spring to me or not from brown to azure look! while falling the shank hits the belly on runs again and again
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