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Sep 2016
Don't look at me like that.
I know what this sight means.
I'll burn down your flags.
Won't leave a memory.

What are you looking there?
Eyes colder than snow.
How little you know...
How little you know...
Antonina Dutchak
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Antonina Dutchak  Ivano-Frankivsk
(Ivano-Frankivsk)   
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