I went to the street to buy a pack of cigarettes
I went to the other world to die
I went to get liver... to get two or three skewers
He said what about your dog, what about your man, what about your child
... Now look ... will they ever let me to live under your shadows, like your dog?
: to old memories of Abdi Behravan and that fucked up narcs, having fun under the grounds together
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