I half-sleep regularly.
Life in a dream looks blithely.
I love you exquisitely
Ajurnah days, the words are cordial.
I often sigh about you
In fantasies I imagine.
In dreams of lucky fate
Ballad passionate compose.
I draw a finger on the glass
Magic profile, shape.
Against the sky you're in the window
Soaring, ethereal creature.
Get drunk, call your image,
And talk with him for hours.
Hints of gentle outline
Replaced by hot speeches.
Comes everyday gray build.
Dreams, dreams, hangovers are gone.
To appear before you
I need a love potion.
I want to drink you,
In the networks confuse the sensuality.
Anxiety, fears of exterminating,
Wrap in fur luxurious happiness.
All these women la la la
From the death, fuck,
Actually.
Suffering here for three rubles -
Just a fryer
need a fool
This, that really explained
What's the sweetness of women
And joy
And rattling, planted,
Banishing her melancholy
Contagion
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Eugene You create impromptu faster than I write you the answers. I envy your speed of reaction.
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And I already have the feeling that you deliberately delay with the answer. According to the principle of brandy - let it infuse. Well, this has its meaning. In impromptu skill still remained, but I started with this on the PT. Peak y was last year, and now interest is leaving.
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+10!!!
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