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You no longer dream. Saltic flavor on the lips-bah.

See you when I am an adult. or I will not. Or will not see.

Soap bubbles burst one after another.

Some children cried and sorry themselves and their

And others, smiling, remembered Rainbow Boca.

It all does not know how to talk, not mine, do not think.

While she looked through a showcase on the knitted smooth scarves,

while I tried to fix my shoulders with subtitles, liters,

while clicking on the backspies, broke the whole buzz, the whole face,

And it was easier to swallow glass than words.

Stopping buildings cut the air,

unleashed their hair, scored 02, caught the door indifferently,

Well, said goodbye. You believe that contacts

In ICQ, they took all my sky, all my little? photos sometime too

There were people whose bangs quickly growled. And tears got out. and then

February, lies, mutual pain, the wind from the mouth - and did not become me.

Snowflakes with cigarettes smelled. Blowed dawn.

Waited to be cool. and a letter about poems.

broke. Delived.

At the stations the worst vocals, each song on the repetition, so that sick.

smeared green green cars, fled hands,

Stayed, flowed. And then two weeks lose your heart

You try to remember someone in the message, as it was good in yesterday, at the age of 16.

familiar do not care. they are quenched or loans or eyes,

Crisis in the global economy, whether a joke.

Yes, nothing, sweet, young else. It is only seen.

And I, pale and crying, let down the line and thought that no more.

So close, let down the eyes and thought that here he was, the end. Once the sixth. nicely.

Well, why are you so? Payable, burst out.

Not on that stop, but they found new lips.

You're happy, I'm happy. Clothes on her shoulder.

Sheen has bothered, the curtains coughed, forgive her nonsense of a computer.

We look like her, wrists are stained with spirits equally. rzhu.

Proper books, films, features. Tuesdays are asked to leave things

On the letter T - the temperature and you. And on Fridays no one will be more attached

So much to become a couple of times hurt from brown cinnamon eyes.

On the ears presses contralto, on the fingers - Ctrl + Alt.

Do not think about me about those who knew my hands. You love cold.

not me. Only cold. So, do not think. I would look better if I knew how to be good. He taught geometry. did not miss.

I did not download kilobytes scratching on your hand, I did not want to forget even the ceiling. Solar plexus has fallen, sobbed. Sea goes to sleep. See you in the next post, in someone else's bed. Apply "OK".