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Mar 2019
Day I forgot, I forgot a week,
Got the names mixed up.
Parachutes swing,
Worms seeds.

Kilograms of honey agaric,
Compliments the perfume.
So and are written, guys,
Centimeters poems.

What a day, with marked –
No deck, no tablet.
No particular
Goal not was and there is no.

Crowded long box,
But the receipts are empty.
The printer, gasping, drags
Striped sheets.
Written by
Ilya Krivonosov  39/M/Balashikha
(39/M/Balashikha)   
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