Beauty. Lubomír Tomik And when he wrote to Her at midnight, he was a Turkish messenger to a castle, a castle, a castle, arrow and steel tip, the message roll unfolded like a black rose bud, the princess threw herself into the river and changed everything with her gaze, during which steam boilers exploded the hearts of skyscrapers lounging on a summer lavender meadow, i wasn't good enough for You ... was not.
Recorded 6.2.21, on Saturday night, for You, in the cabin at the stern of the sailboat Hope, along the lighthouse, where the windows in the photo is lit. For You … I know I’m not good enough, I know.
Krása. Lubomír Tomik A když jí o půlnoci psal, byl to turecký posel do hradu, hradu , hradu, šíp a ocelový hrot. Rolička zprávy se rozvinula jako poupě černé růže. Princezna se vrhla do řeky a změnila všechno svým pohledem, při kterém explodovaly parní kotle srdce mrakodrapů lenošících na letní levandulové louce. Nebyl jsem pro Tebe dost dobrý… nebyl.
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