The little girl's eyes are blue and the skin is whitish like alabaster
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The little girl's hair, pigtails, lips as prominent as a red felt-tip pen
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Red freckles and hairs like spring snowdrops are scattered on the body
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She was completely absorbed by the Internet, spending sleepless nights with it
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He gently stole the heart, slowly pulled it by the hand into death
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In the cold fingers he put love, he gave the warmth of the beats through the net
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Megabytes of poems poured serotonin into her via LTE
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Nicki, avatars of people, pics here replace orphans family
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Mother did not have time, she criticized constantly jealous of beauty
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My father was not at home, when he was drinking, he waved his hand at everything
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Siora got married a long time ago and went to earn money for the dishwasher
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Grandma died, her soul mate is still present although she is dead
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The eyes of this little girl, like two blues on the screen, cried emoticons
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An indefensible naive heart, because he knew what to write demon incarnate
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On the other side, in dirty panties sat a hog spit on and drowned her in
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fairy tales
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She absorbed like a blank sheet of paper, that ink poured out of a soul that was black like a lake
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Baikal
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He urged first to send photos, then send them whenever he wanted
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He said he understood her problems, so she entrusted her secrets to him when she felt like
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junk
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He did her math homework for her, an outstanding tactician, amused to tears
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Always an adequate, obnoxious practitioner pretended it was a game when he urged them to have sex
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God saw and did not thunder in his heaven, as she sometimes wrote back timidly
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Enchanted by the forbidden fruit, she nodded and the sky was silent
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The sky was silent though on his balcony the pigeons were dying from this meanness
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When he disgraced innocence, he trampled on his childhood in vain
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He talked me into a meeting, he was getting ready for this months, so he almost went crazy
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The excited ice poured over the whiskey to drink fear into his mouth
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He softly hummed I love you like Ireland
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He scrubbed nervously and awkwardly
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The mirror fogged up because it was disgusted
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While he was shaving his stubble with Gilette's razor
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When he started the Golf, he brushed his hair and stroked the flannelette insistently
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He licked his unwashed teeth and puffed into his hand before taking a sip of the peppermint
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She stood under Peter and Paul, and the saints had other concerns
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He opened the door and she got inside, she drove away to the land of shadow
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A crimson tide across the sea flooded the wonderland with wickedness
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Neverland behind Narnia's door one night here withered from the nightmares she had seen
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The night on the other side of the mirror broke and stayed forever and the soul broke
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As he dropped her off by the road, he took the little girl's eyes away, and a puppet got out of the car |