zabkine
nekonecne
Thursday, July 9
an old one.
drevene dosky
davno nalakovane
zo studenych okien
letny vetrik vanie
slapaje v piesku
len tak ta privedu
chces ovoniat cas
mylis sa
nechcem ta oklamat
zamotat motuzy z hodvabu
nechcem ti navraviet
ze sa nic nestane
ked
zostanes
(2005)
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