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She stared at his face.
Without timeline, without chance.
They Love this feeling
When soul burns..
„Do you remember?“
His voice suddenly changed.
No sounds, only creepy dance.
„crazy, little Joan“
"Nobody wants to be,, your man."
"Kiss me smutty! and stop dance!"
....
She made it with empty glance.
Do you know these days?
When you are raining
And your heart starts prance.
do you?
