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- Nikto | Cheka

Below the window lies the yard, Thorny cats and grass long dead — You can’t tell what century’s here. Age awaits upon the street, Focused like a sentry on his beat. Go — and don’t fear standing by its side. Your solitude matches the Age’s…
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