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Apr 2015
One day, maybe this is the day
I will become thin air for you
when you burn the house to ashes
and step all over it in shiny new Prestige shoes
your chest will rise as you inhale
the smell of victory
I hope you'll choke on it.
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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