Oh, Nature, how sweet
You make me inane
I can't keep, my friend,
I can't keep, I'm maimed.
Would you ever think
About those who suffer?
Your heat is like hell,
Hysterical laughter.
My friend, take away
Your gift; we don't need it.
This is a real bale.
Our minds all are bleeding.
Appeal to the Nature - we are melting
© Copyright: Оксана Малефисента Тихомирова, 2013
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