My pretty lovely nightmare,
Last time we're meeting very rare,
You don't write first,
I wait the worst,
But you're still needful like air.
Our conversations are too boring
Like bloody long romantic story.
I feel the miss
Of you. And this
Feels like someone sends me to glory.
I sit alone and drink daiquiri
No matter if it kills my spirit
Narcotic drive
Helps me survive
And makes more pleasant all my feelings.
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© Copyright: Марина Штольцгарт, 2012
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