Do not look at me Bashny.Net

< Alina Leonova



Do not look at me like that.
With hope.
And before I rip your age,
I zalyu of sugar syrup or
strew powder,
The moon takes birth again,
Solar childbirth with
dawn morning-wise.
The kids will catch the bunnies,
And thou shalt deliver me your heart
on a golden platter.
You tried, cooked,
He sprinkled with spices, watered with blood.
And I say - cute,
my heart allergies,
but if you want to kill me,
I certainly can consume it all.
But in the end - you have no heart,
and I do not live.
Skazochka turns
very poor.
I would rather just the mound a couple of years.
And another couple for dinner.