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Mar 2019
When someone hit me in the face
And was told that I have to drink,
I understand that it is impossible
Healthy loving home.

Well, how to love the Motherland
And soak up her spirit,
When they give you an enema,
And pour ***** in your ear?

What can be sympathy
And nostalgic dreams,
When the same friends
How are you drunk at lunch?
Written by
Ilya Krivonosov  39/M/Balashikha
(39/M/Balashikha)   
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