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Nov 2018
Goodbye silently,
quietly as the poison
on lips the snow between …
Without killing anything poisoning everything.
A giant spider - called “Wait”
wrap your victim in cocoon
By providing an easy dinner
in the desert.
Children of the night, with distant star eyes
to carve a dream in the middle of nowhere,
That dream did not belong.
H.хренников

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n-khrennikov
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n-khrennikov  28/M/Russian
(28/M/Russian)   
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