He lost his love, she never had it.
When a survivor never gives up
Neither love, murder, nor lies can break a woman's will to survive.
Pluck the morsels of her maybes, wrap a worm around her daisies, rot the knot and dark shall lick her, furl her last uncurling finger, bellow madly chirped the maggots, death's a most ungodly habit.
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Шаранутый космос
SolarBalls |
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Arcane: Bridging the Rift
Arcane: Bridging the Rift |
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Трон, отмеченный Богом
Shen yin wang zuo |
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На первый взгляд
National Theatre Live: Prima Facie |