I beg at the corner of joyBreaking the mirrors of fake.I seek for the hope in outbreak,Hostage of my modish ploy. © Simona Prilogan Anunțuri publicitare
Today we will stay in the queuewhile embassy’s staff count on rules,while nothing just plays to the roofand brings up the hope to the blue.
Ochii Luanei priveau iar cerul, cu o nemărginită descumpănire. Se citeau pe fețișoara ei toate nuanțele întrebărilor ce probabil îi încrucișau gândurile în mii de
No dawns are yet coming to calm my old songs;They beat on the fires same drums with their wrongs.Just spotting the panic absurd and insaneWhile
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Drops to blind my shyness’ glanceWhich is hiding my whole trustUnder yellow lining dust.Smiles to catch the evening chance.Drops to wash away the crust. Yellow