And in brains smoke. I don’t remember The theme of a spoke. A blame on my eyes Trouble [me] to see. My world simply dies, Nothing doing for me. I am loosing my knowledge, I forgot about all, My body is like porridge, Something crashed my hole (wall). I am not going to run, All around is not even truth, My life is a joke, simply fun And my paper is smooth
Категория: Другое | Добавил: mexawolf (2006-12-26) | Автор: Mexawolf
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