Vyacheslav Suhnev. (№ 292071)
To return, to yield, lilac snow cover,
poochie, to talk, to heat the oven in the morning
and a cooler grey, like a fortress, cut off
good light that does not believe good.
But nowhere to go from vulgar longing blame.
Longing - not Princess, not rod drown on the river.
One, they say, there is a folk remedy...
Yes, a lot l who healed it of boredom?
№ 292071 Added
MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 21:33
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