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ONE PEN
< Tim Skorenko
Write, write, no one knows
The fact that you,
Dips making victories,
Put the butt
The continents and generations,
And the city,
We all - your prisoners,
We -. All
We emptied, rhythmically moved out
With heated seats,
These lumps of rags,
Forgot your text,
I know, I know this stuff,
But since then
You are not a diagnosis, my girl,
You - sentence
. Swallow the lead - not in our rules,
We - the emptiness,
Why do you have such left,
My star?
we'll swallow - and spit,
You become me,
And to her, and they - and empty zyblemoy,
Blind, funny.
And we padёm - plague, dilapidated -
To your feet
Realizing that you become a windless,
My hurricane.
And you smolchish - freely, sincerely.
And thunder will strike,
Since we're written
One pen.
Your text to link ...
Write, write, no one knows
The fact that you,
Dips making victories,
Put the butt
The continents and generations,
And the city,
We all - your prisoners,
We -. All
We emptied, rhythmically moved out
With heated seats,
These lumps of rags,
Forgot your text,
I know, I know this stuff,
But since then
You are not a diagnosis, my girl,
You - sentence
. Swallow the lead - not in our rules,
We - the emptiness,
Why do you have such left,
My star?
we'll swallow - and spit,
You become me,
And to her, and they - and empty zyblemoy,
Blind, funny.
And we padёm - plague, dilapidated -
To your feet
Realizing that you become a windless,
My hurricane.
And you smolchish - freely, sincerely.
And thunder will strike,
Since we're written
One pen.
Your text to link ...
