Your tender arms prehold my nerve.
That's all I want now to deserve.
No swetest candies, so parades-
Just bedroom, candles & love-mades.
I'm seek of doing nonsense stuff-
Beware reminding it's not tough!
No more invasions I'm about.
Fact- you're yet mine- leaves me no doubt.
All foolish troubles that they make-
I hope, are only my mind's fake.
No other Hell could've them composed.
I'm overborne and overdosed.
1 Jun 2010
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© Copyright: Ника Сидоренко, 2012
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