Denis Balin. (№ 326570)
Was there love in this black-pracharna edge...
Where, since you had a night like this - though vykoli eyes?
Accidentally stripped this life to you and me,
on then and then, - what will remain after us?
In December, as dark as dark in the poetic line,
and words like the tracks, indifferent to who created them.
Write me Vkontakte Pro-life as you're there,
how many years, how many winters, how many close friends and foes.
№ 326570 Added
MegaMozg 22-05-2018 / 15:04
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