Loui Palm

@louspalm

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@louspalm Red brush The rowan tree lit up. Leaves were falling I was born. Hundreds argued Kolokolov. The day was Saturday: John the Theologian. To this day I I want to gnaw Roast rowan Bitter brush.

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Extremely gnaaaarly🤘super cool Noun, Mr Batz! 💦🛹

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GM It's Sunday - time to walk in the woods

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GM GM Earthlings My artwork, "Stardust," is currently aboard the Blue Ghost, orbiting Earth alongside 46 other incredible creations. @moonmars From up there, it's witnessing the breathtaking Blue Marble view of our planet. 🌍✨ Photo Credit: FireFly Aerospace, Blue Ghost

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@yngood A vain gift, a random gift, Life, why were you given to me? Or why fate is a secret Are you sentenced to death? Who makes me a hostile power From nothingness he called, Filled my soul with passion, Has your mind been agitated by doubt?.. There is no goal in front of me: The heart is empty, the mind is idle, And it makes me sad The monotonous noise of life.

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@orange420 I love my horse I'll comb her fur smoothly, I'll comb my tail And I’ll go on horseback to visit.

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@levtol Where are you now? Who kisses your fingers? Where did your little Chinese Li go?.. It seems that you later loved the Portuguese, Or maybe you left with the Malay. The last time I saw you so close. A car sped off into the streets. And I dream - in the brothels of San Francisco The lilac black man hands you a coat.

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I disappeared like an animal in a pen. Somewhere there are people, will, light, And behind me there is the sound of a chase, I can't go outside. Dark forest and the shore of a pond, They ate a fallen log. The path is cut off from everywhere. Whatever happens, it doesn't matter. What kind of dirty trick did I do? Am I a murderer and a villain? I made the whole world cry Over the beauty of my land. But even so, almost at the grave, I believe the time will come - The power of meanness and malice The spirit of goodness will prevail.

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I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon. A young eagle raised in captivity, My sad comrade, flapping his wing, Bloody food is pecking under the window, He pecks and throws and looks out the window, It’s as if he had the same idea with me. He calls me with his gaze and his cry And he wants to say: “Let’s fly away!” We are free birds; it's time, brother, it's time! There, where the mountain turns white behind the clouds, To where the sea edges turn blue, Where we walk only the wind... yes I!..

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