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    Прочтений: 0 Посещений: 580 Дата публикации: 24.3.2011 In the alley of windows and burn-red bricks I saw her ripping rosey pomegranates, Dressed in ragged cloud, played her nasty tricks, Sharply smirked, spectral goddess of stray-cats. Dust and lavender, Down-pour of gasoline, Lungs of fog - She's coming for me. Stolen words in my pockets, What should I believe? Whistling skull lockets - She-ee-e's coming for me!! Her hair is treads of glass and bluish snow; Through the bone, freezing fingers in my spine, She scrapped off the reasons, stopped all my clocks, Gave me cyanide in her raspberry wine. Dust and lavender, Down-pour of gasoline, Lungs of fog - She's coming for me. Stolen words in my pockets, What should I believe? Whistling skull lockets - She-ee-e's coming for me!! In thick violet mist of streetlamps 'n ivy 't's filling the garden like a harsh lullaby. Crawling in deep creek while their amber ablaze To the core, bright eyes of dragonfly. Dust and lavender, Down-pour of gasoline, Lungs of fog - She's coming for me. Stolen words in my pockets, What should I believe? Whistling skull lockets - She-ee-e's coming for me!! Ваше мнение: Украинская Баннерная Сеть |
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