Tehran I dont ask you nothing except for the pieces of my rosary Injecting the nostalgia of repeated death again. Wall A cellar of a body and a man, of the headless love
Oh Shakhiz, what suspicious, what a deserted café Fate Walnuts Why are Poki? I regret the day and day
Every Syrian full of blindness, dumb mercenary mammals with dry tone and grammatical sentence, but what I am not a Muslim
The most sewage arteries, the sandstorm of the most ruined mirak He went, even the heart of Amir left here Dell went here with a full heart, I have a broken heart.
