Under the loving passion
Like stream above the sea
Oguest, the little boy
Bring to the time prison.
He scare thinks to bed,
No reason what I know
To spend my time
And double palm on face
The body bang apart
Like bird in golden box
Who knows the freedom taste
Sing song, tic-toe
He blind, can't hear song
Forget the word, like monkey
Copycat. Dunk, drunk and dry
Make wrong. Blissful.
Result. Headache and sick
Smell like teen spirit
Last chance he open arm
And waking up, oh really!
The blood from blood
The live alive
The broken heart is starting now
And morning lights his opens eyes.
Forget and start from hour.
On the top wave
© Copyright: Смирнов Егор, 2013
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