Night Snipers. Black And White King (№ 368081)

But, one I'll remain, and you wouldn't come.
The darkness of my throat squeeze silence.
The sun touched the cold lips,
And the prayer merges with a brick wall.
№ 368081   Added MegaMozg 29-04-2019 / 11:06

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