Nature s call
“Don't remember me as too nice or beautiful or funny, because then you'll be disappointed.”
My girl isn't mine
Like a doll full of withered wishes
She is seeking new master of dishes
Among those who treats tricks for a while
My girl isn't mine
As a colourful glowing of fall
She gave up in front nature's call
Judge of art isn't able to crime
My girl weren't mine
Like a word thrown by stranger in queue
I would never find there something new
Except truly and sincere lie,,,
16.10.
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