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Two zero zero seven, snow notice my tracks,

Subsequently, something solid shines on.

In the meantime, the muse in the mica lies,

We burn the best days

Here you have to be bolder

otherwise puts on all fours

Be sure - this is as a statement, there are days, hours, weeks,

There are topics in which it is not easy to believe, probably it takes time and there is nothing to try to change it for, I go around Moscow evenings and in the afternoon with one question: what is there? Outside the twilight window, snowflakes were settled on glasses, I was smeared with Doniki and so on repeat again, again and again ... The wall is painted, the opportunity to howl a new whirlpool will be the outcome of events that will play an important role, so that the process would simply disperse the acceleration process. They told me after I ate sugar and it helped, as many words can be said, but if I did not try not to perceive the state of a change of reality, the wallpaper painted with paints, the patterns became mechanisms stirring, and I was lost in them, thanks to Sasha Shulgi, whether the joke is a joke when you do not know where you are and who you are, these messages are a detailed monologue of what is happening to us, I often visit where few people will visit, acquiring some kind of knowledge, they can come in handy later, there are no ropes with a knot on our neck, we are simply busy with business and We like what we are doing, perhaps we are going then, but the snow notice my tracks. The darkness covers and little can be seen and little where gradually we’ll row up with our tracks, probably where success is on the other side, I just read and do not ask for substitutions, I don’t know how to the old one and I can’t do it in a new one, but \ Tyules are smeared like sour with the correct formula, hello to Hofman, he is still in the frme, we make our ideas in votes on the chords, strive for peace, and bet-trip is not the correct algorithm that steams with the help of negativity, in a glass a hundred will be a gram and I roll them out, I roll them up, The routine is able to unsettle the ruts, monitoring the rhythm of the environment, but not to fly out for the fence, the clutter of ideas in my head, leads to a change of places and schemes, where the main goal is to get away from problems, I am not sure that the course is chosen, but the roads are like clean , in the end, all our evil moves appear, and I will continue to snow my tracks