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in perpetual dusk of autumn you stood still like a fragrant flower my embrace couldn't reach your longing you could not satiate my hunger since your feathers turned into tresses and your claws into tender fingers the red string between us is waning for i only can love a monster
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Новые книги авторов СИ, вышедшие из печати:
О.Болдырева "Крадуш. Чужие души"
М.Николаев "Вторжение на Землю"