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Пишет ankou (![[info]](http://lj.rossia.org/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} const)@ 2002-03-11 01:54:00 |
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In the time it takes for one man to masturbate in his lonely bed, a million stars burn out; a million more are born.
Rivers wend their way to sea, blades trace the curve of backbones under white and virgin skin.
Tonight, we have no sense of crime
In the time it takes for one man to masturbate in his lonely bed, a million stars burn out; a million more are born.
Rivers wend their way to sea, blades trace the curve of backbones under white and virgin skin.
Tonight, we have no sense of crime
