Live, the pretty my

Live, the pretty my

12.06.2022 21:50

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Поэт: Δείμοςа (Лариса Коваль)

Серия стихов: Проба на Английском

Live, The pretty my,
Think about, why
You belive to vhoms,
Who hit and kill you
Inside the them's rooms.

Belive - not belive to them,
It was be doing for then,
For your money and body
To take, but not you
And your seul like lovely man.

Think to about you-self,
How to have you own safe,
Stand in the tall and weight
Really belloning to you
And move in role of The Secret Elf.

I will to wait yet,
I will to wait for we met
I will to wait lot of years,
It is because of I need for you
To help me fulfill our dept.

It is I needing from you,
Said to anothers A'd'yu,
Among lot of others,
Find the those,
Your and my daughters are who.

After we will to think
What we wil ate and drink
To who you want to be near
I maybe became bother to you,
But paint now betveen them and us the brink.