I'm calling you,my dear,
And feeling like a deer.
I know,your heart is dusty.
It's dirty and disgusting.
And now,you wrongly laugh,
As I'm fed up with love.
I don't have any tears.
I'm happy- it is clear.
Stressful feelings
© Copyright: Алексей Ткачев 3, 2015
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