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Don't like still life, That flowers dead, Were cuted by knife, No beauty, just sad. Don't trust the river, It's like dead, Has its beginning And its end. Don't trust the rain, Its cry is fake. Sometimes it grins Through sunlight's ache. Don't wait for love- Too long deception, Pain from above With cruel action. Don't tell me word, You are narcissistic. In selfish world, You feel artistic!! |
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Copyright: Алина Каталова, 2015
Свидетельство о публикации №345748 ДАТА ПУБЛИКАЦИИ: 31.07.2015 08:56 |
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