I'll never make love like gift?
Stopping the breath - seaing your eyes.
I'm sure - or not? - I'm drawing the Rise.
And I'm jumping between lucky "foot-
ure" and "paste" - from step till copy
From "Стёр" till "Sorry" - I'm a mine of mine.
Have you ever eaten apple from p(a)ine?
Or is't pineapple've gone to your floppy?
Your HDD is full of "not me".
Your discs are fool of piano apples.
These marks take everything, and less
Than every 1 i note me...
I look 4 music on my fingers.
Your music now - your music know.
No 1 can say "ё sense'sslow"
My love volumes 10 stingers.
That's all. That's soul.
May you march on august?
You're my flower - & I'm not egoist.
I'd jumped - now crazy fall...
10.1-5.07y.
Lyd
© Copyright: Амур Румалев, 2007
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