SelfPub: Summer
Wind in your hair, it cures
pain.
Track - station - aircraft -
walk.
You know, we are the owners of
joyful share.
We are people who cherish, as
house.
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We are jerks with the guitar
the car last.
You remember - wide open
sky in stars.
The road to freedom and you... Air
summer.
The summer route and happy
tears.
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MegaMozg 01-03-2017 / 14:54
I recused myself from the noise
confessions
Dearer to me is your whisper and
the word: "Hold on..."
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