Qwerty
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...when only an hour remains until dawn, and it's impossible to think anymore,
and the pages of books once written are forgotten –
only to look at you, warming your skin with my breath,
only to bask in happiness, kissing the face of my beloved.
He who became Qwerty, winter 1988/1989.
and the pages of books once written are forgotten –
only to look at you, warming your skin with my breath,
only to bask in happiness, kissing the face of my beloved.
He who became Qwerty, winter 1988/1989.
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