by vladimir anatolyevich
May 14, 2014
These situations
Me and the hostage,
We were trying to save our friendship.
Me on the rough edge,
I was looking into your seas, they were so deep.
May 11, 2014
Day of no birth
When our souls turn into gas,
A housekeeper will bury us.
He’s the perfect gentleman,
The owner of hell’s frying pans.
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