A smoke felt down before he loved me the sun spears tears into the cobblestone I masturbated with a clockwork before the Titan will open door
The gates and water glasses barrooms and speaks of speeches less than night
I am
my own
private
appreciate
I hang my years into the blade
A doomsday Galaxy so close as finished books and broken ROSEes the poor and rich man let them begs to drying mountains of moral
And obese roast in toaster's gnashing
I lied to dear wit bag of cats
She cried and growled me into willow I pillowed smashed returned to vanish
And I has destroyed
AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE
To communicate with Shaolin monks and mephedrone
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© Copyright: Сергей Муханов, 2015
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