I’m fresh as crystal snow can be –
Without a sign of anything on me –
Without confusion choice of spoiled world
And love the only thing I can’t afford…
Forbidden feeling like the children’s game,
The persons different, but the result is same…
With no variety the loneliness will stay
And cover anyone who comes into my way…
the loneliness will stay
© Copyright: Драг Аддиктед Гирл, 2008
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I know you well, perhabs you know me well,
We goin' to the deep and awful Hell,
We goin' to the fucking future day,
But, Hell, the best of moments can not stay.
But, Hell, the only of the fucking truth:
There's nothing in the World we both could choose...
Краснова Тамара 07.02.2010 21:18 • Заявить о нарушении
We goin' to the deep and awful Hell,
We goin' to the fucking future day,
But, Hell, the best of moments can not stay.
But, Hell, the only of the fucking truth:
There's nothing in the World we both could choose...
Краснова Тамара 07.02.2010 21:18 • Заявить о нарушении
my dear friend , oh let me thwart with you
to be more precise - to refuse your vision...
not plenty of, but at the least a few
we have to make of crucial decision.
the most important, probably, indeed
the choice of what in sober fact you need:
it could be gold as well as stale bread
or something else , but what will do instead
Просто Краснова 08.02.2010 08:54 Заявить о нарушении
to be more precise - to refuse your vision...
not plenty of, but at the least a few
we have to make of crucial decision.
the most important, probably, indeed
the choice of what in sober fact you need:
it could be gold as well as stale bread
or something else , but what will do instead
Просто Краснова 08.02.2010 08:54 Заявить о нарушении
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