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If this item in stock, then you will get an infomation E-Mail!A rosy light, shows her profile Bleeds of tears and the bruises over her face. The shouts, have deafened of herself, the ears Short is the breath, given by the humiliation The curled up limbs, to do not feel pain. And those tired eyes, To see of her nightmares, the faces They fade, as dissolving the dim light is, of another, damp, sun. -UTOPIAN SOUL –
