Both living and dead.

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Both living and dead.
... And again lie in the disorder which itself has nappaviv! Cup clothes on the floor, and I lie on it. This is my mess, nice mess, and you're not in it. Today is no ordinary day for many. Damn, still love this song! I lie on the clothes and think. A little while, and you will become. Will become for five minutes ... really. You get up, you open the window and will take all the freshness bed comforters of this room. You will wear shtiklite and stand firmly on them. And when you open the door and zachekoram out, I'll call to the world: There's a new love in town! And ... you lie to.
Devils hundred streets, And I, again chose yours. Selected nonchalantly, my heels again to sing the song of defiance through it. Oh, the devil, from all city stories, was our most beautiful. bed comforters Best story, bed comforters with the worst end. The traffic in the streets screaming, and I calmly walk and think. They think. bed comforters I tattooed bed comforters my pupils. Now every stranger on the street is you. Jury did not, and our people were judges. Maybe I should stop with time. Perhaps no one was hurt in the beginning, perhaps unconsciously was. I was too young and too curious, and you know how they say curiosity killed her cat. When they told me: Do not! - Just then I did it! And you ... you were so wonderful. Daemon. Devil with demonic eyes and angelic soul. Demon which broke all devojchinski hearts remember. You were darkness shining. I was so fragile, but here, see me now. I say I was a good student of yours. And they, they still think it was fornication. Devils round calendar days, until that day when I see you again. bed comforters "One" day is marked with red, but no. Should every day to complete the red, because every day I hope to see you. Chills me crawling on your body when you think back to that night. The night we had a big storm, a terrible storm ... Everyone was scared. And I vev my devil and the only storm that was felt that in my soul and my body. White bed, feeling hot, strange heat. Kisses, passion strong as a rock. Feeling bed comforters ice and lava simultaneously. For a moment my body froze. Bezobrazniot traffic my thoughts back to the present. I made a few laps around the city and headed home. Ah there it and that bench. Shtiklite again sing through your street. Sing a song of defiance, for they see how proudly pass by your own yard. It is the old place, the house, the yard, the house, the dog, your chest ... only you're gone. I left a fortune worth much. No money, no precious stones that can buy my memories of you. They wear them as jewelry, and when they hide, though they carry with them, in the soul, as a small black female bag.
I live with my besonicata ceiling and memories of my pillow. Leave me alone, I promise. Now it is a memory bed comforters ... and the days and nights ... and the devil laughed. Tomorrow is Sunday. I'm going to iskornam wild grasses and poppies, certainly so far, quite grown up. They will, however bed comforters they're here for me devil. Somewhere, in the near distance, in the dark light. You do not have any effect, you only have a sincere love and a childlike innocence. But I devil, I'm doomed. They hate me and condemned me innocent. I was condemned bed comforters in a dirty prison, where screaming injustice and diseases. We do not want to get out of jail, the more uncomfortable the more I feel comfortable in it. My eyes are two great deserts, my demons. Are back in the present, you left me as fast as a train. We took off shtiklite, but no I can undress and condemnation of me. They scream: Sin! Wrong her sleeping with the devil!
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