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Like a moth in the candle's flame; Like a file without a name; Like a child without its youth I am dying without you. Like a cloud on a sunny day; Like bad ham in a good play; Like a rock in the endless sea I am one too many here. Like a mosquito to be killed; Like a madman killing kids; Like a fascist with a bomb; Just like waste, I must be gone.
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Новые книги авторов СИ, вышедшие из печати:
О.Болдырева "Крадуш. Чужие души"
М.Николаев "Вторжение на Землю"