Racing in the desolate, like a fairy black
"Love is blind, and fell to the bottom of my rankings
because of his false contentment, sexist and naive ... '
humid air of autumn, which falls on the ground away from the houses
dusk fell, only now then
alone
to cold, shock, sound
black in the woods and want to shout, to celebrate a rite
came an emotion, fear ... I would
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