The winter came with its glittering coat. Heavily your breath came in and wend warmly, but used out of your body. A dog was slowly and softly dying beside a windmill for green energy, whilst a whore earned her money by doing her job very good. „Thanks Eva“ the payer will say then.
When the first star is dying safely, when the rain wents away, when you smell the sweet, sugary air, walk on stoney ground that tastes of urinal- than remember my words which mentioned once, we’ll all gonna disappear. Take what you can get.

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