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< Leah Altukhova



She writes, went torrential rain,
Slazit skin layers, damn the sun.
The tribes of Papua have changed leaders,
We were stuck and wait - maybe resolve

. Getting used to change the pole, the city
Poslivalis one, no matter where you wake up.
I have now realized that there is "never»,
And a fondness for you as holy water,
Even if you never come back to us.

She sighs softly: how are you? without worries?
Illuminates your world Hollywood smile?
Remember that in London we have been able to swear,
And then nothing like as well as accustomed ...

And in the tenth dvetyschi harsh Berlin?
You screamed in Sylvester: damn Krauts)
! We stayed with separation alone,
Every slave himself and myself Well sir,
In the realm of stupid princesses waiting for princes.

Here one polyglots, but no one to be silent,
And so you want someone a cup of tea ...
Over the Atlantic, it is extremely dangerous to fly.
Will you by - call me, I'm really bored.