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Marina, our heroine
In the evening lit house
Under a strong dose of heroin
Sucked dick on relaxed
She had a Caucasian Givi
He took it off for a couple of hundred.
Shaggy rough ugly
Always depraved and hungry
Holding Marina by the head
She put it hard
In her eyes with might and main ruffled
Dick like to reach the brain
But she sucked a black barrel
Lips hugged inspired
Zalupu tongue caressed
And wriggled naked body
After all, before only members of white
Flogged delicious marina
Now her black body
Casually threw on p ...
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In the evening lit house
Under a strong dose of heroin
Sucked dick on relaxed
She had a Caucasian Givi
He took it off for a couple of hundred.
Shaggy rough ugly
Always depraved and hungry
Holding Marina by the head
She put it hard
In her eyes with might and main ruffled
Dick like to reach the brain
But she sucked a black barrel
Lips hugged inspired
Zalupu tongue caressed
And wriggled naked body
After all, before only members of white
Flogged delicious marina
Now her black body
Casually threw on p ...
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I can't say with words
Why, words, they are empty ...
And do thoughts express?
Simple phrases from a lie.
As the ash from the fire flies,
Circling in the night air.
So our feelings are burning down.
On the heart of leaving the pain.
What did you want? What did I want?
What together? - unless you explain.
The soul seems empty
And the former world reeled.
Where were young, beautiful
And the days seemed like a fairy tale ...
Where we loved so much,
Giving each other vain dreams.
You can not weave a carpet of cobwebs
And our sand house is washed away by a wave ...
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Why, words, they are empty ...
And do thoughts express?
Simple phrases from a lie.
As the ash from the fire flies,
Circling in the night air.
So our feelings are burning down.
On the heart of leaving the pain.
What did you want? What did I want?
What together? - unless you explain.
The soul seems empty
And the former world reeled.
Where were young, beautiful
And the days seemed like a fairy tale ...
Where we loved so much,
Giving each other vain dreams.
You can not weave a carpet of cobwebs
And our sand house is washed away by a wave ...
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I destroyed a building called passion
What depressed me sometimes
Straining, like some kind of attack in life,
And confusing fake game ...
You played the family, I - in freedom and sex,
It was pretty funny
But it’s annoying that it’s not thinking
I, as if in another window.
Life was not mine, and, wincing as best I could,
I have changed for the time being,
And now lying down and spitting at the ceiling
Unconditional nuance realized.
What is more important is free and easy flight,
Let him be completely alone,
AND...
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What depressed me sometimes
Straining, like some kind of attack in life,
And confusing fake game ...
You played the family, I - in freedom and sex,
It was pretty funny
But it’s annoying that it’s not thinking
I, as if in another window.
Life was not mine, and, wincing as best I could,
I have changed for the time being,
And now lying down and spitting at the ceiling
Unconditional nuance realized.
What is more important is free and easy flight,
Let him be completely alone,
AND...
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There is no greater force in the world than fire.
In it is beauty, in it is horror and charm.
When you stare enchanted in a fire,
You comprehend the power of the universe.
When in love, your soul burns,
When you hate - slowly burns.
Fire is the beginning of all beginnings, it gives life and death.
And there is no greater power in this world.
Today I was in church. Rarely happens to me. I do not like the church, I prefer the Catholic Cathedral, or the Buryat datsan, or the mosque. Anything but an Orthodox church. There...
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In it is beauty, in it is horror and charm.
When you stare enchanted in a fire,
You comprehend the power of the universe.
When in love, your soul burns,
When you hate - slowly burns.
Fire is the beginning of all beginnings, it gives life and death.
And there is no greater power in this world.
Today I was in church. Rarely happens to me. I do not like the church, I prefer the Catholic Cathedral, or the Buryat datsan, or the mosque. Anything but an Orthodox church. There...
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I'm going to the man
To invade his soul,
I'm going to the man
Knowing why, from what ...,
From human back,
To the lovely woman I hurry,
And it is still not clear
What I live and breathe.
And the eyelids fall,
Stumbling on his eyes,
Woman and man
Something pulls me to say.
In something to be understood by them,
Clear, specific, masculine,
In something that happened to others
In something that will come later.
Woman and man
I send love
To woman and man
I...
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To invade his soul,
I'm going to the man
Knowing why, from what ...,
From human back,
To the lovely woman I hurry,
And it is still not clear
What I live and breathe.
And the eyelids fall,
Stumbling on his eyes,
Woman and man
Something pulls me to say.
In something to be understood by them,
Clear, specific, masculine,
In something that happened to others
In something that will come later.
Woman and man
I send love
To woman and man
I...
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Once upon a time I met a peppermint verse.
They talked about the poet - the guy from the dashing.
What wrote il Yevtushenko, or anyone else,
But there was one assessment - a master hand.
Verse just a page to show
Why Muscovites like to rest in Gagra.
Why go there body and soul?
Sunbathing and swimming can be near Moscow.
This topic is relevant and worries us.
Much has changed dramatically now.
After all...
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They talked about the poet - the guy from the dashing.
What wrote il Yevtushenko, or anyone else,
But there was one assessment - a master hand.
Verse just a page to show
Why Muscovites like to rest in Gagra.
Why go there body and soul?
Sunbathing and swimming can be near Moscow.
This topic is relevant and worries us.
Much has changed dramatically now.
After all...
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I cleaned the apartment in Stakhanov style quickly:
In the corridor order, mirrors shine,
Pans, pots nadraeny clean
Exactly chairs stand around a large table.
He ran a chair vacuum and a bedspread,
Composed by the carpet on the floor.
In a flat pile are: a sheet, a blanket.
Two newspapers and books on the cabinet in the corner.
The tile in the kitchen shines with a New Year ice rink.
Not shameful to pick up a piece of parquet.
Two weeks I lived single and free,
But the time has come for me to meet my spouse.
We returned home with flowers: honor ...
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In the corridor order, mirrors shine,
Pans, pots nadraeny clean
Exactly chairs stand around a large table.
He ran a chair vacuum and a bedspread,
Composed by the carpet on the floor.
In a flat pile are: a sheet, a blanket.
Two newspapers and books on the cabinet in the corner.
The tile in the kitchen shines with a New Year ice rink.
Not shameful to pick up a piece of parquet.
Two weeks I lived single and free,
But the time has come for me to meet my spouse.
We returned home with flowers: honor ...
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I will ask one question
He has long been gnawing:
Ass - exit or entry?
Who can tell me?
On the push when I'm sitting
It seems to understand:
Ass output, not input,
Here I know for sure.
But when my wife fucked,
Cancer bend,
For some reason, in the ass to her
I wish to enter.
Hole between the buttocks
Very tempted
I took it and put it in it -
Ass entry became.
Look into it sometimes
Very interesting,
Though she stinks,
But in her closely.
I liked her,
And the wife said:
Ass is a black entrance
I have long known.
When...
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He has long been gnawing:
Ass - exit or entry?
Who can tell me?
On the push when I'm sitting
It seems to understand:
Ass output, not input,
Here I know for sure.
But when my wife fucked,
Cancer bend,
For some reason, in the ass to her
I wish to enter.
Hole between the buttocks
Very tempted
I took it and put it in it -
Ass entry became.
Look into it sometimes
Very interesting,
Though she stinks,
But in her closely.
I liked her,
And the wife said:
Ass is a black entrance
I have long known.
When...
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I'm tired of being your whim,
Accused of all of you.
Burdensome killing
Hopeless love sick.
Everything between us is a perversion
We eat each other, dragging to the bottom.
You say - I am your salvation.
From what? From yourself?
Utopian madness.
Stop, tear off. Forget it.
I can leave, I will forget. But...
You are threatening to kill yourself.
What is it this time? Will you hang yourself?
Or in a vain attempt again
Will you fight your veins? What are you mad about?
Easy way to tell you?
How are you with me ...
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Accused of all of you.
Burdensome killing
Hopeless love sick.
Everything between us is a perversion
We eat each other, dragging to the bottom.
You say - I am your salvation.
From what? From yourself?
Utopian madness.
Stop, tear off. Forget it.
I can leave, I will forget. But...
You are threatening to kill yourself.
What is it this time? Will you hang yourself?
Or in a vain attempt again
Will you fight your veins? What are you mad about?
Easy way to tell you?
How are you with me ...
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