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Порака: <blockquote data-quote="Achernar" data-source="post: 365157" data-attributes="member: 3190">You are butterfly,woven from the dream,with silver wings,torn between these coarse fingers,craving for innocent delicacy.Somewhere in spoken silence,the flower is light from which you fly,its roots are my eyes,from the dark sky sighing,heavy as drunken steps,and its last verses,before the rain,with star dust removed.You are distant.With a familiar illusion I leave,which does not fit to the God in me,in the gentle night,on my lips that the autumn wind is soothing,all the fantasy of love,which without shame,disappears with the dawn,in someone’s elsе bed blazed.<img src="/images/emoji/smile_animated.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":)" title="Насмевка    :)" data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

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