To me the sky built grey peep-holes.
No, I am sure this quite no fairy-tales.
Simply I am not enough well chutochku laski.
I want very to remain in that fairy-tale again.
But a climate is capricious, nepostoyaniy
to him is indifferent and this he kagetsya strange..
But oddity to understand such I will be able
he not povtorim and I will not nowhere elope anymore.
That takes place I itself not poymu.
Where do I hurry? why? why?
Why?
© Copyright: Наталья Макойда, 2008
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