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Слушать(AI)Sensuality
NG hunger and cold, feeling Food, feeling fire, feeling Pity and pain, tasting Time in a kiss, tasting Anger and tears, touching Eyelids with lips, touching Plague, touching flesh, knowing Blood in the mouth, knowing Laughter like flame, holding Pickaxe and pen, holding Death in the hand, hearing Boilers and bells, hearing Birds, hearing hail, smelling Cedar and sweat, smelling Petrol and sea, feeling Hunger and cold, feeling Food, feeling fire. . . . Feeling.
Kenneth Slessor
Kenneth Adolphe Slessor OBE (27 March 1901 – 30 June 1971) was an Australian poet, journalist and official war correspondent in World War II. He
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