The days have passed beyond the line
Of reasonable patience
Of mine
His words and smell have gone away
With hot and bloody strange
Display
I thought I could be thus forever
I couldn’t realize it
Never
I have felt this way before
Like falling vigorously
On the floor
Like being out of cage of care
I feel to be like
Under level
I was afraid - I thought I lost him
But I haven’t had this
Real link
So what now? Nothing really
I feel like lost creature
I “L” him badly
And I can’t think…
WithOUT
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Your "Lost creature" is very impressive, but somewhere your СТИШ loses gracefulness, sorry.
Ваш большой поклонник.
Verleon 16.06.2002 01:29 • Заявить о нарушении
Ваш большой поклонник.
Verleon 16.06.2002 01:29 • Заявить о нарушении
ну а что поделаешь?... :(
спасибо, Большой ;)
thnx for honest approach to my quazi-poetry ;)
Critique 16.06.2002 07:20 Заявить о нарушении
спасибо, Большой ;)
thnx for honest approach to my quazi-poetry ;)
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