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Jan 4
The world’s far end:
Cold, forlorn, no friend.
A ruthless rule, its fury old,
A tyranny of iron mold.


In Russian:

Приднестровье

Жопа мира:
Хладно, сиро.
И режим преступный зол —
Допотопный произвол...

Вариант: сыро.
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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     Zeno and MsAmendable
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