Another
19 января 2013 г., 20:42
Say my name,
Return my memories,
Don't let me became
A victim of toupees.
Time of alienation
Of my and your world.
I couldn't find station
Where we somewhen sold
Our dirty souls...
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My cheap soul
Stands at wall
And gives herself
Everybody. Ask save,
Run, smile or cry
Cause you're in lie
Of her mad imagination.
This illumination
Is dangerous thing.
It gives wedding ring
For silly you.
So, search bridal suit.
