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Birds.
We are so lonely here, on an august moon. We are falling asleep hidden in a graves covered with cold flowers. We are waiting for a comet to arise.
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Fairy tale about a girl whom I caught in a lake behind my house. She had skin cold as crystal which was growing over her body. I laid her in my bed and felt that, with the night rising, tide comes.
Fairy tale about a girl whom I caught in a lake behind my house. She had skin cold as crystal which was growing over her body. I laid her in my bed and felt that, with the night rising, tide comes.
I met a girl who sleeps with silver foxes.
Sunset with M.
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I met a girl who sleeps with silver foxes.
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She's hanging here for so long. Silver foxes are running on the floor.
It was cold, winter morning.
It was cold, winter morning. I observed through the window how she got out of the cab. I opened the door and for the first time I saw her gentle eyesight - eyes cold as they were a frozen ocean. Then I allowed her sleepy body to lay down on my bed.
Through the lens I followed her sad dreams. I can`t speak to You with words yet, so allow...
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Uploaded on Feb 9, 2012
It was cold, winter morning. I observed through the window how she got out of the cab. I opened the door and for the first time I saw her gentle eyesight - eyes cold as they were a frozen ocean. Then I allowed her sleepy body to lay down on my bed.
Through the lens I followed her sad dreams. I can`t speak to You with words yet, so allow...
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Uploaded on Feb 9, 2012
It was cold, winter morning. I observed through the window how she got out of the cab. I opened the door and for the first time I saw her gentle eyesight - eyes cold as they were a frozen ocean. Then I allowed her sleepy body to lay down on my bed.
Through the lens I followed her sad dreams. I can`t speak to You with words yet, so allow...
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Uploaded on Feb 9, 2012
She doesn't sleep. Darkness pulls her body slowly into itself. Her spirit wake beside her: looking as darkness give her lesson about death.
Fairy tale about a girl who didn't have to be afraid of night anymore - for many years deers comes to her dreams and warm her body from the inside.
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