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Juliana Gift, Sergei: The Falconer



Obladali white, ablogame
Oplotenie body oplotenie.
Like a frightened turtle
Anxious resist - pressed...
It vasilio-Salpa-
Do not go with the official paw!..
How sweet it is to die sickly!
Prismus to you I'm naked...
As blood syrup stick
Spoiled from the mouth of the spider.

Ty as sweet as sweet
The sweet honey...... or malt...
And I know... I'm delirious with the thrill of-
Already buzzing over the meatballs...
I vasilio confusing
Spider web heart... Put...
So greedily kissing... Sweet,
Forget that you have these wings have...
Forget the meatballs with meatballs...
And fingers sticky with caramel...
Because it's time
Love... The Fight... The Web...
You pulse my confused look!
My..! Beautiful!.. Fly...

Or maybe this is just imagining You,
Madam?
And breathe You prevent network...
The corset?
Perhaps the desire penetration in the body
Gril?
And rhinestones sparkle from under `balaclavas`
Imagine...

... so tenderly listening to the buzzing the last sound
Spider...
And FLY Polly... silent... buzdohanj
In the ecstasy of love,
Enthusiastically whispered:
-Loved!..

And the blood like poison, drank...