soulsadpoet - мистер оранжевый
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In the waves of reality, I tried to drown,
A strange plan pulls me to the bottom with a magnet
Remembering everything forgotten
strangled with lipton, green tea with lemon,
Moments from the past are hit directly in the head
I hold on with all my heart for hope, because there is little time left
Mr. Orange lies on his face with a target
Through stops, tram tracks and stations
I boast of patching patch on my old satchel
Night idleness does his job
The wind tries to draw the sun on the ground with a white chalk
Deprive me of correctness
and divide me into two parts with a ruler
Washing your legs on the asphalt, you are looking for the same happiness
Dawn to the clash, after all, dust became too kind in the eyes
Take your fear of all just like that
take a chance to click on the start until it became old
let's wait for March until I oversleep everything
Forrest Gamp on Alaley to the House
Under the day lamp in clothes, we are drowning
Instead of books read a dream book, we play different roles with you
Abstract trip to the forest on the Great
Plus in the hands of the book of Paul Ekman
Something is noted somewhere without rum
Although the light is on the living room, but no one is at home
I went out of summer through ragged porches
If I could hear yours if I could hear
My ex -friend said that the holiday will be on my street
Soon the ninth month of the year and the calendar will stoop
Nearby black and white style and notes in a notebook
And you all dream of someday learn to fly
I dream of looking at the stars through life, through transparent hands
shy sounds, a canvas of realism on narrow trousers
The mode of lack of sleep, fell asleep in clothes woke up in her
but I still write, although the rod is lost
I could continue, but the tongue appeared in the tongue
Try to answer my questions again