We see the floods inside (sometimes)...
(There wasn't any drop of pressure)
I felt the innocence of crimes ,
(Friends gave me purple drink for pleasure).
Forgot about being young,
Wish could regret this,crying sweet
I needed flares,you couldn't tweet
Only because her smell is mint
Our lives was prickly side of fun.
Sunset was pretty full of shame,
That stranger's kind enough for struggles.
They want me to survive for pain
I'm choosing honeymoon,not couples.
We got our liberty to live,
And didn't cut the smell of truth;
"There's nothing that you can't achieve",-
Is crystal bawl of sugar youth.
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Плач Турбиной
Poetry"Плач Турбиной"-сборник чего-то этакого,обычно именуемого стихами,написанный 15-летним атеистом-экзистенциалистом.Название подразумевает собой ограниченность сознания и осознанность выбора ограниченности существования многих людей(взрослых,в пониман...
