No sin, no pain, no death .. Bashny.Net

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No sin, no pain, no death was not in vain because,
than a quiet smile of happiness.
Love can not be contrasting, but the memory
habitually emphases on ecstasies.
And so it was then opened:
deprive actions make sense,
preferring brightness false words.
And the importance of cotton door when you hid behind it,
melts before the insignificance of her
your steps at that moment when completely cooled down coffee
in your favorite blue cup. I finish my
it as a poison and of course, immediately recognize the agony,
with which the dying love of yours to me.
You know, after all, only one saves the temptation
to fall into self-pity:
self-irony. Pour with jazz.