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Women's caravas are mixed on mutual passion, erased as an eraser orientation in space,

time, and you remain standing like glued and you remain missing the air is lost,

Then the movement to meet each other, the evening as if in fright, as if the sounds were frozen,

Then more than more than once you probably call her bitch, but now you hold the hand and repeat the word in a circle,

And the head goes around, inhaling its aroma to remember him forever, again in a circle of words, movement, touch,

Even if you want to select the comparisons never, well, as if the sun is in the spring, as if after the abolisse, I finally got home,

As it seemed to gain peace, and you myself shout at myself, but you still rush into the head of my head.

will be a day, perhaps a couple of weeks and you will understand that you are, she is, fucking, cute and bed,

and call just laziness, and already brains on the bike, and these stupid sms fucking, forty times a day,

For now, let's just score, let's blow up this night with purple fire and Pogream in it together,

Let's go together before the intersection, and then on the stars, or just run out ..

Stupid dreams swear like a crystal, naive hopes and moments of fuss,

And only a pity the days when the fading sadness turns the dreams into the cold gray weekdays ...

I would have done a lot for your favorite eyes, but recently only animal interest,

cool sniffed coke, then there was sex several times, then Parliament Lights,

She smokes in a chair, I'm on the sofa and something clearly lacks between us and everyone understands that

but plays anew on the table, on the bed, or in the bathroom, each loves in different ways,

linen with rhinestones shoots slowly looking into my eyes, now she is a star and think possible

not bad if you became her husband, such a sortarty nonsense comes to mind, every second female individual,

Orgasm and rum with Coca-Cola give for this reason, and I do not know if I want to see it again ..

But somehow theguadam, I wanted differently, as it was a long time ago, in high school schools,

On the staircase spans, or in the new year, at someone at home, the first love with my area ..

From my area .. Where are you a girl now?

My little girl, hello, how are you? If I understand you correctly, then you need to write from the bookmark,

No, I'm fine just never thought I would write in this cool Chinese notebook ..

I thought earlier that there is no love, then I thought that I loved one day,

I was mistaken twice, and now I am writing all this stray nonsense, and even rhyme even, it smears from this.

I was looking for you for a long time, I now understood it, I got acquainted with chicks, and did not know who they are.

And why, bitch, it was impossible to meet before, eh? Well, at least for a couple of months?

From the top of your fingertips, you are for me Babe, I hear, I was waiting for you!

But so everyone was calculated the robots so that we met with you with some acquired experience,

And I already decided that I would never meet you, I quietly lived, in Zamoskvorechye,

Throw bottles from the bridge, put the circles on the water, and left the traces on the bend of the left hand ..

It all started normally - without Mata, Rugan, alcohol in the Club Fresh, a simpot girl on a dance floor,

Blonde hair, small spoiled spout, but not smoky. Figurine, big eyes, shorter - dream!

- Hi, dancing, not alone? With friends, well, it's clear what this pretzel walks in circles,

Fists on the walls beats, idiot! Guy your? friend? Strange friendship however.

Although okay, then sms, calls, walks in the parks, squares, in the center of excursion by alleys,

And on the street there was winter, February - cold, gray city, and for me it is like the beginning of spring, sang birds, flowers bloomed.

And even in those days when I left you at 6 am, although in anticipation of the day, my soul was languished and the scandals got home,

All together, then the tusi, huts, forests, tents, everything was fine, would be smooth.

Then a lie came to the house - a friend is not a friend, one is not alone, first it was "not", then I don't hear "sorry"

And Nara called at lunch, evenings, your tears I heard in the pillow I heard at night, stupid days silence.

In the hearts of O.