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Jun 2020
I miss my nimble swan, my fragile tulip flower, the tous-sounding bee in the arms of roses! Especially your chirping, chirping voice: That I did not go after you in Karakan with Adonis methods, and I remained worthless s Luzer! - And now he is hurting and marching as an enemy of the Ancient One with remorse.

Reliable, radiant merriment: As a wife, your eternally immortal smile, the soft fulfillment of your flying steps. Even in schools - because I went to more than one at a time, I was lucky enough to experience the pants - I always arrived on time, and I didn't waste the breakable time on anyone!

And sooner or later the will will become my ability, my serious attachment, the conviction: He who deliberately robbed my precious Time, is a Thief himself! Until then: Only one, be faithful to yourself, and if you become expelled and lost, you always know that there is a possible rise from the yellow earth! And weeds, kufar-dogs, lotus-running, trampling on their victims are just petty power struggles s Tyrant will fail at all times!

You remember? You patted yourself comfortably into the tamed ditches of my oak shoulders when it happened - unfortunate way is my ruthless ankle, and I dared to say a foolish word to you: I would be happy to help you down countless serpentine snail ruffles! Two thousand somewhere, even at the beginning of the year!

Later, I tried to get to the root of the problem: Why do you miss me so always, even more irrevocably, even more strongly? Well only: The laws of the Heart are inexplicable, inexplicable! Testimony: An immortal ten doesn’t fit on the quality list - with great benevolence, two and a half! Just all the good and s hand kiss to you
Norbert Tasev
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Norbert Tasev  36/M/Hungary
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