in my bed you can find death
when i was young i thought of kiss.
i can hurt your heart at this night
but you should be so bright.
i want to be yours sun
but i can be only bun.
and when we get out of bed
you say you're so ill-bred..
ill-bred
© Copyright: Майя Несвитайло, 2019
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