Book: Kootchie. Page 1
I would quit, I would have turned out different - indifferent, petty, sunset.
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MegaMozg 15-04-2019 / 23:06
I would erase, but erase the one that is like a beacon behind them, the one in poverty and simplicity shines in the night, by some star, blue.
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MegaMozg 15-04-2019 / 23:05
I have abandoned poetry, spat on the leaf, at these leaves.
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MegaMozg 15-04-2019 / 23:03
I'll drop everything. Going fortunately there or to trouble hospitals, dungeons, but whines the sky at the wrists, pining, looking for your birds.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 20:05
But every day, stubbornly and persistently squeezing the circle, I am haunted by the memory of the incomprehensibility of your hands.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 20:04
We are left nesovershenaya earthly pain lesbica meetings.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 20:03
Collect lives in the bag would go.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 20:02
Don't be satisfied with one Vagabond lifestyle, the fate of love will take the tax.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 18:06
Raznilis the sky at the wrists, yearns to be with you, but waiting for maturity and feeds fables - wait, you will meet. Wait...
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 18:05
Then you will understand - nothing again, then you will understand - it was in reality, when you look out the window of the hospital on the first spring foliage.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 00:09
Then you will understand that youth is priceless, and then realize that all the nodes of destiny
beautiful, single stage, and someone to be there, only you decide.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 00:08
Fight, sing. In drowsy idleness, take your time. Look, look around, look at all. And achieving the purpose, again go without dropping hands.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 00:07
Hold on to the heat of rushing and wandering, stay for the thirst to know and want to live. While you are young and brave and rowdy, yet had the stained glass Windows.
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MegaMozg 09-04-2019 / 00:06
Don't know how beautiful, flawless, do not know how cool - is lit, it burns in me - the heart and the clay from which sculpt I poems.
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MegaMozg 06-03-2019 / 13:08
Crumbled in the hands of a penny, those bloodless, cold, looking for happiness under the benches and undressed for the weather.
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MegaMozg 06-03-2019 / 13:07