Mykyta Ryzhykh

grapes ripen

pupils (eyes) learn

to recall the past

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He won't return anymore_

After all, the whole morning cit_

At this moment hi_

In his ey_

In general to escap_

There are more important reaso_

This city is too small for this kind of love

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Аnd then the skin turns to dust like jesus never existed