Our fate played with us a cruel joke.
After all the case I go to you to work.
They came, the two snakes were creep.
And stung in the heart while you slept...
They destroyed everything
that we created when lost vigilance...
I lost confidence. I want to kill them
with one glance...
Why didn't you say anything to me?
That March was a mystery.
The planets got into a row.
When did you leave a note above...
Say that all this is not a joke,
Say that your kindness is not pity,
Because I don't want to be a victim,
Because I do not want to be ungrateful for you.
My feelings are killed.
I can't trust the closest.
The past pulls back.
I do not throw you.
I will not leave you
wherever you go...
Your thoughts are in the west...
15. 04.2019.(10:31)
Mary
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