Сияющий Переплёт - На Низких
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Butaforia oozes from the eyes
Red thoughts
Semsnov
Someone told me
Don't know
If ate through no
I took out your crystal
And broke
I'm like a lasar - thunder
And honed
I cope with shadows
Two at a time

I accelerate with the moon

Do you remember December?
My mother scattered
I also draw pollutions from the rolls of stretch marks on my face
And in my memory I stuff
I sold youth for
blue candle
As a tradem by sick thoughts.
And I put on a mask on a white laughter
what was in the power of old lines
about one:
Beauty does not know me.
Black snow melted there
The sleeves are hot
Your scream cut at night
I break
About the light of the night
I will reveal your eyelids
I rub the light into my skin
I rub the light into the skin
Like Hamilton
After all, I'm dancing in a loop
Where silence is growing
Like a sin. cries heart -rending
I am in a loop of languid returns from outside
in a dream
dancing a waltz of excellent perversions

Sorry, Daria

I'm shooting a gun
Young girls are the opportunity
I will let you wall
in my crystal revival does not require meanings
To get in the mouth of the opportunity to get a red red
Now. A minute. two more
Two cartridges from hollows
where we left the lines of the crushed
there is a probability, but pains erected in the limit
leave - no strength
But worth it?
Is it worth the need as the works of the great
Perfect
I go to your image dear
ages promise the opposite, but stand
like in the omega of the blue
I met girls similar to
of people
Yes, I'm sorry, I'm from evil
Evil will take you for the palate

Let me spend your out of place
where do you live? Give the address
I invite you to the ball
Ah, let me ...
... ashes shot at random.
without thinking, but deciding
I meet you in a coat
On the way I broke my face with a window
to warm you in your own penetrating way
I will allow myself liberties
Pour you
and disassemble, but build a snow castle again
Will you put your gloom to me with your own eyes?
Sincere and clean
like water
When the country was huge around the country, I danced
The postulates of a dozen rot.
Are you with me?
I probably didn't want
but slept