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Òåìà: íà àãëèöêîì.
Âðåìÿ: 23.07.2006 22:19 |
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Ìîñêâà Spector Forte 4  
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Like sound of torn string Broken, wild and terrible; Is a blast of soft breathe Which fading soul keeps Her heart is bleeding With a powerful flow, No life in her nice eyes: They are tired and sick… That ghost you see Without any quietness That’s only me Don’t feel any fear I’m always with you I’m your joy and damnation Do not hurry to fall Help me disappear.. Look at the stars… Look on that bright one Than your forget, And you’ll never come back You saw crying and bleeding, So poor and defenseless, An innocent angel But dressed in black… |
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Òåìà: Re: íà àãëèöêîì.
Âðåìÿ: 23.07.2006 23:18 |
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Fish in thick tomato sauce Swims in happy comatose Only me, pathetic whimp Have no ####ing place to swim? 
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Òåìà: Re: íà àãëèöêîì.
Âðåìÿ: 24.07.2006 12:10 |
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Ìîñêâà Spector Forte 4
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2 ÍÅÊÒÎ Ñïàñèáî çà çäîðîâóþ êðèòèêóþ. Ñòèøîê ñìåøíîé. | |
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Òåìà: Re: íà àãëèöêîì.
Âðåìÿ: 26.07.2006 20:19 |
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Ñïåøàë äëÿ Ôðèêîâ: I am dragging to the bushes this would-soon-be-legend. Kinda shy of ####ing here Queen of Beauty Pageant...
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