I don't need your contact,
I listen to your words,
Of you only an attack,
You kill me now colds.
I back, back to the future,
Now it's necessary to me,
At me such nature,
She now makes me free.
They aren't interesting to me,
these arrangements, that you repeat,
Nobody will help me,
Leaving, I shall make a feat.
Back to the future
© Copyright: Леонид Буряк, 2015
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