White powder..braethe..I am outside...
Don't care...I'm here..it is allright.
Your pain is nothing for this world...
Just close your window..it's to cold....
Just pour in me your rainy spring.
Put out your fire and...come in.
Don't let me show my low outcry.
This fury...nonsense...gloome...I try
To open eyes..This passionate..
She makes me crazy and I hate
My realism, your dazzling soul...
Just love me ever...kill this cold.
Inside me
© Copyright: Марина Назимок, 2005
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