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ОглавлениеCity summer nights
the smell of tracks
of tar and wood
sparks
L clacks
Food
with smells exotic
and if honest
odd
Strangers could
almost
be friends
if words were offered
City summer nights
the smell of tracks
of tar and wood
sparks
L clacks
Food
with smells exotic
and if honest
odd
Strangers could
almost
be friends
if words were offered
