слепой эстет - викс вондер
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She retired from two existing dialogs.
It is no longer required to pay taxes in the form of words with the question "have you even slept today?"
No. For weeks now, they fly somewhere around the eyes.
There is no more use to fill in the remains,
Although pouring sugar into tea, I miss the cup.
This is not scary.

Now, under drops with the eyes of the open eyes, I get enough sleep.
They probably let you go inside, for it hits the arm with cold ...
That winter cold, when they realized that they could not be seen.
But it is not surprising, because for many people keeping feelings behind the cage stably.

But the folder is still in the digital universe.
Sealing for a password in fifty numbers.
She will go underground with me.
She will be in my arms in the walls of the morgue.

Too strictly reacted to the upcoming happiness and its collapse to the future.
I will be your drunken boy, and you are my wiks-waterner.
Let's write off in a newly one, as if not knowing each other.
Let's come up with a fairy tale "ANYTHING" in the built "nowhere".

I will go in front, waiting for a shot in the back ...
But you will be more pleasant for you, right?
Nicer than just kill, like a lame dog.

No, don't think.
I am not crazy, just slightly stability to you flimsy.
It falls too much, surging into the brain.

The lines that they could die, laughing, from an overdose.
About where the curtains were pushed so that the environment does not see our paradise,
Where we are total anesthesia ...
Where it was not worth getting rid of pain rushing in blood along with alcohol.
Where nicotine did not kill each other, but killed evenly from the inside.
Where we got up on the shallows, waiting at the train station.
So far, our stars went out in the galaxies.
While I was your "cat",
For whom she was a drug ...

But the folder is still sealed for the digital universe,
For that password in fifty numbers ...
But crying for one reason:
Too strictly reacted to the upcoming happiness ...

I will never become your drunken boy,
And you will not be my wiks-wonder

But still I ask, let's write off in a newly one, as if not knowing each other.
We’ll come up with the fairy tale again about anything in the already destroyed “nowhere”,

I do not consider you insidious.
I will not wait for a shot in the back
I will expect to extinguish your cigarette butts about my skin blue.
Fulfill the dream of the treasured, please

Be my wiks water
Let's write off in a newly one, as if not knowing each other.
We’ll come up with the fairy tale again about anything in the already destroyed “nowhere”,

A section of one universe in order to create two.
I do not regret the committed act,
Where it was almost a convulsion,
After all, maybe I would die, after me ...
And they saw each other at least in the crown.
Would give "mutuality"
Constant intoxication.
A constant story where I am your drunk boy, and you are my Vicks-Kovodner.
And there would be a render of recording songs in the singing of the cerebral of songs ...

In the meantime ...
I leave blots and miserable inscriptions in the notebook and the document of the text, in that folder cherished, looking around the bought ticket ...
What a disgusting verse, God.
I will print you my "love Testament" messages
And we will live on it in our destroyed "nowhere."
Be my wiks water, dear.
BE MINE...