Hеr nаmе is thе stаr

Юля Машук
I met you in August,
it was so awesome,
your shirt,
your hair,
your fuckin perfect voice..

I fell in love,
it felt like a poison
but now I know - it was my own choice

I met you in August
but it doesn’t matter,
you made me love,
I hate it more than
your little toes and pattern of sweater..

Please,
go away
until I ran.

If I would die,
it’d be better for me.

I will never decide,
when you get out
and when you come in.

Your name
is so pleasant
to the taste,
rolling stones
and ending clicking whip..


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