FİLOJİSTON
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Jan 29, 2019
Tu marches sur des morts,Beaute,dont tu te moques;
De tes bijoux l'Horreur n'est pas le moins charmant..."
*Ey güzellik,alay ettiğin adamların cesetleri üzerinde yürüyorsun.
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