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А кое-то пережил еще один год Тыц тыц тыц. Йо, happy birthsday!

07/11/09

Этот день должен был закончиться дождем.

The last cigarette a day

The last cigarette a day. The bitter taste on the lips or on the fingers?.. The brighest spark, isn't it a way how the life burns? A cigarette after what? Is it the only reason? The blue smoke, so soft, so gentle, it mixes with the sweet smell of the night city. Could be blue and orange the perfect pair? I supporse... Every breath is the prelude to the end. Every scent and every sound makes blood run faster and the colours blast before eyes. The late wayfarers hurry for their business, nevermind that above their heads someone's smoking the day last cigarette. Or, the latest?..

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