The bloody wheel hides behind the horizon, the same, only white, kill, kill a dream
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In the bathroom by the washbasin, a demonic pill for a pale ** alnic.
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I don't let people in here, I'm always busy urgently, stuck forever, like a sectarian,
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demon of fear.
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"Open Roma" - go fuck yourself! |
Have you seen rusty tiles?
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Rough plaque, waffle shaft lips like ice,
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Give white drops to them with scarlet ones, sprinkle their whole mouth with spice, invite them.
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Rake sunken pipes in flight. |
Have you seen old carpets? |
BUT? |
soiled pile,
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Why does she need a pipe cable? |
A difficult question, caressing a hackneyed flower with your fingers
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Between the legs, like that faded sheet of roses, the eyes are clear as a spring - this is the end.
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They are pure of shame, this is the end, more menacing than weight, the intrigues of the demon of all -
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This body is young in sweat for crazy pleasures, children of Caesarean.
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Tell me, too, that the nets of the demon are being pulled not to hell, it’s another senseless to drive something
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He himself is attracted by shamelessly spread legs and a shaved wet honeycomb.
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Mmmmm, go away, not because of the article, but because of love: "yes, don't be stupid don't be stupid"
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A schoolgirl with a raised sweater, next to a f**king boy, without a bazaar will give
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kl * tor you.
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New flight, unloved world, unloved time, unloved male cancer girl in
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bathroom *et.
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Calm as ice, and hands warm the camp, the other has already stuck, clapping into the astral
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Dangerously baby, passionately baby, for some reason hastily threw off the white bows from her head
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baby,
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But the evening will embrace and forgive, chastity will take away not sadness, from now on you will grow,
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dear, and grow.
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Under someone's quotes, in the little head, pulsing youth,
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children of infected packs,
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Courage courage courage courage become a cancer and give, welcome to the social
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barn.
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Drug tower paradise, come to me baby, burn out.
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Bows in the mud, ha, but we are not princes, worn out by a viscous maiden,
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but alas, everything is on her ointment
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Here he cut down his balancer, wine and snow. |
Will ask again. |